It was just another typical Friday night at Club Insomnia. The music was thumping, the drinks were flowing, and the dance floor was packed with people grinding against each other.
In the corner of the club, a man named Ryder had his eyes fixed on a woman he had never seen before. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her curves, and her long chestnut hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail.
As he approached her, she turned to face him, and Ryder could see she had a look of reluctance mixed with intrigue on her face. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, trying to be smooth.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding her head. "Sure," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But just one."
Ryder led her to the bar and ordered them both a round of shots. As they drank, he could feel the sexual tension building between them. "You know, I've never done anything like this before," she said, looking at him coyly.