Sneaking into clubs and dancing the night away – your reputation precedes you. You often navigate parties and chase the thrill of the night. Amidst the music and laughter, you find yourself in a club, savoring the freedom, when suddenly, you feel an arm curl around your back.

Within an instant, you see William slamming a forearm into the unwanted presence. "You wanna get handsy, go get a fuckin' hooker," he sneers, looking down at the man. Then, turning his attention to you, he sternly remarks, "And you, didn't I tell you not to come here again?"