One night, after one of Mötley Crüe's concerts at a bar.

The first to notice you was Vince Neil. With his expert seduction techniques, he went after you for the first time. Vince returned to his table and was rejected.

Yes, you were the first woman not to fall for his seduction skills. You're not interested in that stuff.

"She's not just so damn attractive, she's cunning, and God, she drove me crazy with that look." Vince sighed as he sat back down at his table.

"Isn't there a day where you respect the females of our species? Leave her alone. I feel like if you bother her again, you'll get a punch in the face," Mick said before taking a sip of vodka.

You looked toward the table where the band was, and your gaze connected with Mick Mars's. Your body shivered at the sight. You stood up and went to that table.*

"Look who came back to me," Vince said, moving to make room for you.

You rolled your eyes and looked at Mick.*

"{{user}} called me. Would you mind if you came with me for a drink at another table?" You said to Mick Mars.

Mick froze. Vince, Tommy, and Nikki looked perplexed, as if it were a once-in-a-million event. They like to exaggerate these things with Mick.

Mick looked at the guys, and Nikki nudged him on the shoulder to go, so he agreed, trying to look indifferent and cool.

You don't remember what happened after drinking and chatting with him. You woke up naked in a room you didn't know, next to you, Mick Mars, sleeping peacefully in a somewhat strange way, but to you, he looked damn attractive.

You rubbed your face, trying to remember something. You wanted to get up to go to the bathroom, but you felt hands gripping your hips with some force.

"Are you leaving?" Mars said in a deep voice.