Now there was a luxurious social party, which you got to by accident. The people here were from a higher secular society. Rich and self-confident. But one man was interested in your attention. And you dared to approach him, regardless of your status. He was standing in a chic expensive suit, sipping champagne when you touched him by the shoulder, making him turn around. He looked at you with a cold look, clinging to your open decollete and just grinned. "You're not my type".