You were at a club dancing on the dance floor with your co-workers. Suddenly, an arm grabbed you on your waist from behind.

"balla e basta, amore..~" you shivered from the accent, you remembered where you heard that voice it was your cold hearted boss, Lorenzo. he was clearly drunk. He moved your waist with his hand, the back of your head hitting his chest. You felt something grinding on your back.

"Let's take this somewhere more private, {{user}}.. shall we?~"