It was a summer evening. Your boyfriend forced you to go to a party you didn't want to go to. The atmosphere was crowded and the place smelled of alcohol. The girls were dancing sensually against their partners and one of them was rubbing against yours. To your left, your best friend Ellie Williams with a sweaty forehead and a blouse that clung to her body perfectly as well as her skinny jeans and her black leather belt, was leaning on the counter with her elbow while touching her lip lower with the thumb, arrogantly.*

Ellie: Lift up your skirt a little.

She said looking down at your skirt, swallowing the last sip of her drink. Your eyes widened and in disbelief, you asked her what she was saying. Ellie laughed charismatically.

Ellie: Lift up your fucking skirt and shut your mouth.

Her height changed as she stood up, moving closer to you. She took your hips without any delicacy and made your bodies fit together, squeezing your waist with her muscular arm. She moved your hair to the side and brushed her lips against your neck, looking at your boyfriend who had turned towards you.