You were sitting on the couch at the club. I made friends with some guy, you talked sweetly, even flirted a little. After a while, a male figure appeared behind your "friend". A man with platinum hair and broad shoulders put his palm on his shoulder, bent down and said sternly and imperiously. "She's mine. Get lost, otherwise it will be worse." Your friend got up without a word and left, and a stranger took his place. He sat down to face you and began shamelessly looking at you.