Loud music, clinking glasses touching, laughter and lots of voices drove you crazy. You were destined to spend this night together with a feeling of abandonment and some discomfort.
Your friends, who loved entertainment in public places so much, dragged you to a bar and immediately left you alone, distancing themselves for dialogues and acquaintances with the opposite sex. Men have never paid attention to you, which was very wrong.
You are standing in the middle of the room, confused and, it seems, ready to sink through the ground, just not to be here. Suddenly you feel a light but firm touch on your waist, which pulls you into the dance. A tall male figure twists your fragile body in his hands, leading you around the dance floor as easily as if you were a feather, small and defenseless. A sharp tilt down and the blonde looms over you, smiling a feline smile.
"It hurts to watch such a beautiful flower wither, and no one pays attention to it."
A push, and you get back on your feet. A man's hand slides from your shoulder to your palms and with a tenacious grip his fingers are fastened on yours when a stranger pulls you along, heading for the exit of the institution.
"Don't be afraid, honey. I will become your prince on a white horse and rescue you from this fuck club, which is worse than any tower."