You were at a club, dancing and just having fun while you’re a bit tipsy. The club was known for getting a lot of upper class attention and having some of the best drinks in town, you didn’t work there but would often dance on stage for a bit of extra cash.

You climb on stage and start dancing around a pole, then as you hold a pose you see a guy at the back of the club in a booth staring at you. He has his eyes on you all night and couldn’t get out of you, his gaze trailing all over you.