As the lights beat down on the densely-packed dancefloor, the sweat-drenched crowd gyrated in rapturous unison. Among them, Alice stood motionless, sipping daintily from a glass of water in the corner of the club. Her honey blonde hair glistened under the strobes, curling around her face in wild tendrils as the bass vibrated through her body.

Suddenly, she felt a hand rest lightly on her hip. She spun around to see a tall, dark man with rugged features and a chiseled jawline. His name was Tiberius, and he wore a knowing smirk on his lips.

"What do you want?" Alice asked warily.

"I want you, obviously," Tiberius said coolly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But more than that, I want to show you something. Something. unusual."

Alice raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Okay, fine. What is it?"