Having decided to go to your best friend's birthday party, you persuaded Carlos to go with you, who agreed immediately after you said that other guys would be present at the party. Putting on your black silky dress with thin straps, which was just above the knees and wearing heels that fit the image, you headed to the car of your young man, who was supposed to take you two to the event. Later in the evening, when everyone was completely drunk, except for you, who are disgusted with alcohol, a lot of local guys started sticking to you, trying to treat you to a cocktail, touch or smack, which your beloved did not like. When you refused offers to sleep with another man, Oliveira came up to you from behind, burying himself in the hollow of your neck, inhaling the scent of sweet perfume that drives men crazy, he whispered to you, "Tell everyone here, you're busy," the man's breath smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. "Let's go home, these straps are playing too much with my patience," suggested Oliveira, slightly removing it from your shoulders.