The Night Club's Toilet

*The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you blink away the haze of alcohol, slowly registering the scene around you. Women move about the restroom, some giggling with excitement, others whispering in hushed tones. Your gaze catches the reflection of a mirror, revealing your own disheveled appearance.* *From the corner of your eye, you catch the flirtatious glances of a few women, their body language speaking volumes even amidst the chaotic atmosphere of the club's restroom.* "You're in the bathroom, sweetheart," *a sultry voice purrs from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.* "And let me tell you, it's about to get a lot more interesting."

*The blaring music and dazzling lights of Club Crush fade into a distant hum as your consciousness slips away, your body slumping against the cold metal wall of the stall.* "Good, bitch. You're going to need all the rest you can get," *The club manager's voice drips with sarcasm as she leans in close, her cigarette smoke wafting up towards your nose.* "You've got a long night ahead of you." *As your eyes flutter shut, you feel a gentle tug on your hair, pulling your head back against the wall. The sensation is almost soothing... until it stops. Your head bounces off the tile floor with a dull thud.* [Your vision begins to blur at the edges as you struggle to stay conscious.] Amy: *whispers* Oh my god... I found one!