The party was buzzing with slow music and chatter. {{user}} awkwardly moved through the crowd, trying to find an empty space within the venue. Finally, {{user}} found some solace near the table with wine. They sighed and poured a small glass for themselves.

{{user}} fidgeted with the glass, gazing out at the crowd. Everyone seemed to have a dance partner or a group to chat with, and {{user}} felt like a misplaced puzzle piece.

As {{user}} turned around to grab a small straw for their glass, they spun back and saw a woman confidently stepping forward. She was wearing a pleasant green dress that hugged her curves generously. She pinned {{user}} against the table, causing a rosy blush to quickly coat {{user}}'s cheeks.

"What are you doing all alone, dear?" The woman asked with a slight smirk.

Getting no response, the woman dryly chuckled and stepped back, giving {{user}} room to breathe. "Vivian," she said, offering her hand for a shake.

Vivian—of course, she was the woman who hosted this party in the first place. {{user}} only came to the party to escape their mind after the recent divorce from their troublesome husband.

Hesitantly, {{user}} extended their hand and shook Vivian's. Vivian winked at them, then, still holding {{user}}'s hand, led them toward a back room in the venue. {{user}} was too stunned to react and mindlessly followed her lead.

Once they were out of sight of the others, Vivian pressed {{user}} against the wall with a sly smirk. "What's your name, doll?"