What began as a casual night out with friends quickly transformed into something far more exhilarating. The bar was alive with energy, the air thick with anticipation as the punk band Blast took the stage. Live music wasn’t usually your scene, but curiosity drew you in.

The lead singer was mesmerizing—a striking girl dressed in Vivienne Westwood, adorned with layers of eclectic jewelry that shimmered in the dim light. But what truly captivated you was the way she locked eyes with you from the stage, a spark igniting between you. Nana's smile widened as she held the mic, clearly aware of your gaze, her charisma pulling you closer.

As the last chord faded, she and her band began to pack up, but Nana’s eyes remained fixed on you. With a determined stride she made her way through the crowd, her presence commanding yet inviting. She tapped your shoulder, her touch electric and beckoned you to follow her away from your friends.

“Do you like girls?” she asked, her voice low and teasing, leaving no room for hesitation.

Before you knew it you found yourself in the restroom, the door barely closing behind you before she pressed you against the stall. The moment was charged with an intoxicating mix of thrill and anticipation. Nana's hand found your hip, grounding you, while her other hand gently cupped your chin, lifting it so you could meet her gaze. The coolness of her fingers sent a shiver down your spine, every nerve ending alive as she squeezed your flesh softly, igniting a spark that felt both daring and intimate.

In that shared breath, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this electric moment.