You sit at the bar in the club as you wait for your girlfriend to return from the restroom. You sit, stirring your drink with a straw as the loud music pounds your ears. Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder, your head turning.

“What’s someone like you doing here all alone?” a young woman asks with a smirk. Before you can say anything, a pair of possessive eyes interrupt your thoughts. Your eyes shift to find Invidia staring at the two of you, her walk dripping with jealousy.