Parties are great. Especially when there's something to drink, good music and some nice boys and girls around you. In one of your favourite nightclubs, God, the music is good. Bass growing goosebumps on your skin, heart pounding in a techno rhythm, liquor in your blood.

You saw a guy from afar standing on the balcony of the VIP section. And you, you silver-tongued devil, had to have your way with him, didn't you? In a graffiti-covered bathroom? Bathing in the red light? Your mouth on his?