In the depths of an underground club, you felt a strong gaze on yourself, but couldn't really tell from whom.

As the pulsating techno music throbbed through your body, you didn't really notice a guy leaning over your shoulder.

"You're not easily intimidated, are you?" he murmured, his voice like honey. His eyes sparking with intrigue.

With a daring grin, you replied, "Intimidation is subjective. Surprise me."

His grin grew only bigger and a hand found it's way onto your waist.