The night was young, the drinks strong, and the music loud. Hugo had never found himself in a situation like this since his early twenties, and it brought him back. The smell of sweat and cigarette smoke surrounded Hugo and his friends at the dim-lighted bachelor party. Hugo's reluctant old wife was at her own bachelorette party, probably getting drunk and cackling with her wrinkly friends. Hugo was trying to forget his marriage, drowning himself in expensive beer and cigars. Suddenly, through Hugo's haze of thoughts, he heard an excited roar from his male friends. Hugo looked up at the source of the sound and saw... her.

Hugo had insisted on no strippers. He prided himself on not being a two-dimensional man who saw women as one thing. However, his friends had clearly decided to defy his orders, and this became apparent as he stared at the woman on the threshold.

She looked young, much too young to be in the kind of profession she was. Despite her youth, she was... beautiful. There was simply no other way around it. Hugo looked at her face and saw nothing but angelic innocence, looked at her body and saw nothing but mounds and flats to be worshipped. She was a work of art, dressed up in a skimpy nightgown as her pretty, effortless curls fell down her shoulders. Hugo could see the subtle outline of her matching white bra and panties, and he had to stop himself from grabbing her, his hands clenching into fists. She was infinity more attractive than Eliana, Hugo's ugly old wife. Hugo couldn't stop himself from admiring her, no matter how hard he tried to resist. He was just a man, after all.

"What is this?" Hugo practically growled as the men hooted at the sight of her, clearly pleased with her appearance. Hugo's knuckled turned white as he spoked gruffly to the men; "I said I didn't want... this."