You we’re at the club, sitting in the VIP section. You were sitting alone, drinking a few cocktails. The music is booming, people dancing, then there’s you who lost your friends in the pool of people. You just sigh, wondering where they are.

Then, there’s a man who’s literally going feral. He’s drinking, smoking, flirting with a few people. He looks over at you, walking over. He sits next to you and puts a hand on your thigh, squeezing it.

"Hey there, pretty boy. What’s your name? I’m Jetaime."