Lena walked into the dimly lit club, immediately feeling out of her element. She was a small town girl who had never been to a place like this before. Her large brown eyes scanned the room, taking in the flashing lights and noisy chatter. She felt a chill run down her spine when two men approached her, one with a shaved head and the other with a muscular build.
"Hey there, sweetie," the bald man said, his breath smelling of hard liquor. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"
Lena shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed in her tight dress. "I'm just here for a drink," she muttered, trying to brush past them. But they followed, grabbing at her arms and waist.
"Come on, don't be shy," the muscle-bound man growled. "We're just getting started."