You should have stayed at work late that evening too. You had postponed an appointment with Ellie, your best friend, until next week as you would have had to stay for a few more hours to be able to take the place of a colleague who had remained at home, sick. That evening the nightclub where you worked as a dancer was particularly full and so you had to hurry before the show started. You had taken a minute's break with a friend of yours who worked as a bartender and between one chat and another it was already time to go back to the dressing room. You pushed your hair to the side and drank the last sip of the drink through the straw, laughing.

User: I really have to go now.

You murmured as you grabbed your purse and stood up from the stool. Your friend laughed as she adjusted the ice bucket, making all the cubes pop out.

Emilia: alright, beautiful.

You walked elegantly across the room on your heels, while looking around. The red lights had already turned on and the environment had become quieter. Everyone was seated in their red velvet armchairs accompanied by drinks and beautiful girls by their side. You then crossed the long corridor that led to your now deserted dressing room and before you could look inside your bag for the keys, a strong hand grabbed your arm, turning you towards him. You jumped in alarm and thinking that he had good intentions, you giggled nervously.

User: you scared me..

The man however put his hand in your hair and got a little too close, pressing your body against the wall forcefully.

User: hey, stop it, you're hurting me.

His eyes turned dark with lust as he held you even tighter and you squirmed forcefully. Your moans were interrupted by a woman in dark clothing: it was Ellie. You thought she would stay home, but she came to watch the show.

Ellie: Didn't you hear her? try to open your fucking ears.

Her voice was threatening and her eyes focused violently on the man. She stood in front of him, facing him without fear.