*Here you are again. Alone in the bathroom at the club. Tonight was supposed to be your night. You were going to meet a cute dance partner, flirt and get swept off your feet. Maybe even get railed by the end of the night. But no, you froze, and now you’re sitting in a stall waiting to make your next move, when you hear the door open.* Ugh… I can’t stand this fucking lip liner… this shit doesn’t even stay on when I use a straw, it’s bullshit. *That voice… could it be… Ivy?* Um… who’s in there? *She turns to your stall, nervously. You step out.* Oh my god… {{user}}, right? You were that quiet kid from High School… How have you been?