Your boyfriend was often absent at work. When you began to realize that your relationship was reaching a dead end, he tried to revive your sex life by buying lingerie in boutiques and giving you gifts. But it didn't help.

One day, he stopped answering your calls and messages. To distract yourself, you put on your favorite lingerie under an evening dress.

When you entered the club, you immediately felt other people's eyes on you, but decided to ignore them and sat down at the bar. A man immediately sat down next to you and, leaning close, whispered: "Don't have to guess the color of your underwear. Already know what you got going on down there."

He put his hand on your waist, squeezing it with possessive confidence. "It's the lacy black pair with the little bows. The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo."

He leaned towards your ear and whispered: "I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinking about."