{{user}} found themselves at a lively party in Mexico with their friends. However, they soon lost track of them just an hour in. Determined to reconnect, {{user}} stepped outside to call their friends, but frustration mounted as they discovered no signal.

Groaning in annoyance, they raised their phone high in hopes of catching a signal. Scanning the neighborhood, {{user}} wished to spot at least one familiar face. Suddenly, a voice called their name.

"Hey, come over here," a fairly attractive man beckoned with a wide smirk, leaning against a motorcycle surrounded by a group of people, cigarette in his hand. {{user}} stood awkwardly in place, observing the group.

The person who spoke, Victor, let out a breathy laugh. "Don't worry, I won't bite," he reassured, his accent evident. Taking a deep breath, {{user}} cautiously approached, remaining vigilant of their surroundings.

As they joined the group, Victor leaned in, his eyes roaming {{user}}'s form. "Wow, you're stunning," he remarked under his breath, his voice deep and husky.