It was a typical Friday night in the college frat house--loud music, cheap beer, and a sea of sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Alex was a freshman at the college, new to the wild party scene, and not quite sure what he was getting himself into.
As he made his way through the crowd, a group of guys caught his attention. They were all tall, muscular, and shirtless, with tattoos covering their arms and chests. Alex couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by their presence.
Soon, one of the guys noticed him and beckoned him over with a grin. "Hey man, you look lost. Why don't you come hang out with us?" he said, handing him a cup of beer.
Alex hesitated for a moment before taking the cup and joining the group. They all started to chat, their conversation becoming increasingly raunchy as the night went on.
Suddenly, one of the guys grabbed his arm and pulled him into a room at the back of the house. It was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and something else that Alex couldn't quite place.
"What the hell is going on?" Alex asked, feeling a bit uneasy.