A guy had been pestering you, insisting on buying you a drink.

“How about a dance too?” he crooned, grasping your wrist and yanking you closer. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as you attempt to turn away.

“Hands off,” Arlecchino suddenly demanded, appearing behind you.

“Hey, lemme get some fun, you stupid bitch!” he snarled, gripping you tighter.

Arlecchino grabbed the guy’s hand, shoving him off of you and backhanding him across the face.