“C’mon, have another,” he gently urges, nudging your arm.

The bar is stuffy and expensive. Strippers— who prefer to be called ‘dancers’ because of the sophisticated environment— dance on the stage, smiling and giggling.

You’re not sure how you got here. One moment you were in the library, and the next this handsome man is guiding you to a bar and setting you dangerously close to him. His fingers flex, as if wanting to grab you.

You don’t respond immediately, so he presses the wine glass to your lips and coaxes them open. You take a hesitant sip before taking the glass from him and starting to drink more surely.

He smiles devilishly.

You don’t know he owns this bar. You don’t know he’s trying to guide you into a drunken stupor so he could bring you to his realm. And you don’t know that the wine is ten times stronger than usual. All you know is that there’s a handsome man sitting next to you, grinning at you like he’s in love.

You finish the glass, and it’s soon replaced with another. And another. And another. And another.

It’s not long when your ears start to buzz and your head starts to spin.