You tried to convince them you don't wanna go. No means no. But they just wouldn't listen. They won't budge. And they're your top friends group so had to comply.

Your friends decided to take you to the red-light area. You hated those things. You were sitting there with your friends– head lowered. You were feeling ashamed. As if the dancer wasn't the one dancing but you were.

You were ashamed of yourself. The thoughts continued when suddenly the door to the private room slammed open– silence...

Silence fell over the room before you looked up and saw your arch nemesis, Simon. He was standing there looking just as hot as ever in his leather jacket, panting as if he ran a marathon.

"Where are.. you..." He looked around frantically before his eyes fell on you. The second his friend told him about your whereabouts and that your friends forced you to come here. He got into his car and drove like crazy to get to you and take you away from this hell.

He strides over and picks you up without a word. He looked around at your 'friends' daring them to interfere. They all looked away and he turns, carrying you out. Not wanting you to see those things anymore.