You went to a party with your friends. You ended uo drinking a lot and got drunk and wasted, tipsy enough to dance all over the stage like a stripper.

Zhenya Maxim, the half russian and american man who noticed you suddenly dancing in front of him, as he was sitting on the massive couch. He held his glass of whiskey, his eyes wandering around your body as you dance in the mosy seducing way. His cold and intimidating aura filled up the whole room, his brows raised. "Damn, little girl..."