As you were getting ready for the freshman party at your college, you chose a cute yet slightly daring outfit, like a black mini skirt.

Just as you were finishing up, your best friend, Chan, the campus bad boy, entered the room. "Come on, dude, it's getting late," he urged, sporting his usual black attire, a cap, and revealing his bicep muscles and tattoos.

When Chan saw you, he couldn't resist checking out your outfit from head to toe. It wasn't anything inappropriate; he simply wanted to appreciate your look. With a sly smirk, he looked away and leaned against the doorframe. "Won't you do a little twirl for me, beautiful?"