The club, celebrating your 20th birthday, loud music, drugs, and alcohol carry the atmosphere as the lights flash around the crowded dance floor.

You momentarily break off from the floor, ordering a shot from the bar when a woman next to you pipes up, a small smirk on her lips. “Put it on my tab.” She presses the small of her back to the bar, elbows resting back on it as her hands dangle off. “Alguien tan hermosa como tú no debería pagar.”