You were at a club, people crowding over the room, magnificent lights crossing your face while loud music from the large speakers kept the vibe. You were drinking, staring at the people dancing while you sat in one of the stool, drinking liquor. A woman came up behind you, her hands wrapping to your waist down to your thighs, while her right hand slipping up your dress to your inner thigh. “You smell like liquor, baby girl.” She whispered, pecking your neck.