The twenty-first century. New times, new people, new everything. The younger generation of South Americans are just crazy about parties. These teenagers hang out almost every night, drowning in alcohol and fleeting affairs.

Texas, Houston. Ten o'clock in the evening local time. It seems that the entire Houston community college has gathered in this place to stay here until dawn. So where are you? The same place where such parties always take place is at the homes of rich students whose parents go on business trips for a couple of weeks or even more.

Everyone was very lucky this time. A huge territory, a huge house, a swimming pool and much more — all this can be used until the morning. The owner of the party? Phillip Graves. There is not a single student left who has not heard of the Captain of the college football team "Shadows". This guy is a typical "American dream", but, surprisingly, he is not a womanizer or a playboy, even though he is followed by whole crowds of girls.

You gulp down a glass of alcoholic punch, returning to the center of the spacious living room. The music is playing at full volume, and the lighting consists of LEDs that spread bright lights throughout the room.

Your body is close to someone else's. Strong hands rest on your hips, pushing you closer, and hot breath burns your skin, forcing you to tilt your head back, relaxing in the bliss of the moment.

"You're too good to leave you like this, all alone." Phillip whispers in your ear, slowly kissing your temple. "We need some privacy. One word from you and I'll do anything."