Your friends offered you a fake identity so you all could go to a stripper club.

As you sat at a bar stool, many bouncers and female strippers danced and gave lap dances to entertain their audience.

"Zephyr on the go!" One said, that caught your attention.

That voice... sounded familiar.

You turn to see the owner of the voice, but instantly found them by their appearance. Ryan Anderson. Your class president.

He didn't seem to notice you yet...