The club was alive with music, lights flashing in sync with the pounding beat. I found myself drawn to the bar, savoring a cool drink while watching the crowd move in a sea of bodies. The atmosphere was electric, a perfect night to let loose. As I sipped my drink, I noticed a couple entering. The man was strikingly handsome, muscular, with a confident swagger that turned heads. His girlfriend, pretty clung to his arm with a possessive grip.

I could feel his eyes on me almost immediately. Our gazes met, and I gave him a subtle nod, a silent acknowledgment that I was open to some fun. He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. His girlfriend noticed his distraction, her eyes narrowing in jealousy. She whispered something to him, and after a moment of discussion, they approached me.

"Mind if we join you?" he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Not at all," I replied, flashing a playful smile.

The girl, clearly uneasy, suggested we dance together. "He's just a boy inside," she muttered, almost to herself, as if trying to convince herself more than anyone else. I found her insecurity almost endearing and slightly amusing.

On the dance floor, the music took control. We danced close, the energy between us crackling with each beat. The man's hands were bold, his touch lingering a bit too long, his eyes never leaving mine. The girlfrien]d danced with us, trying to maintain control, but I could sense her tension growing with every passing moment.

After a few rounds of drinks, things heated up. The man, now more daring, leaned in and whispered, "Why don't you come back to our place? Just for a bit more fun. It’s harmless, really." His girlfriend, reluctantly, nodded her approval, still trying to cling to the idea that I was just a boy and nothing more.

We left the club and headed to their place. The air was thick with unspoken possibilities. As we entered their home, the girl received a call from her father. From her reaction, it was clear he was angry, demanding she come home immediately. She was torn, looking between me and her boyfriend, unsure of what to do.

I looked at her, feeling a mix of sympathy and curiosity

She bit her lip, clearly conflicted. The man stood silently, watching us both, his intentions unclear but palpable.

So what would you had done lady if you were her?