Check on a hunch

As fun as this dance with Lisa is, you have a funny feeling you knew that Asian girl.

"Hey Lisa, I don't want to kill the mood, but I gotta use the bathroom," you say, putting in some awkwardness to seem embarrassed.

She chuckles. "It's okay. You know where it is?"

"I do not," you confess.

"Down that hallway, take a left, and it's the second room," Lisa explains.

"Thank you. Whatever thoughts you got going on, keep them waiting for me," you encourage before heading in the direction she pointed out.

"No problem there, Bryan," Lisa assures you.

You went the way she said, heading to the bathroom. You couldn't quite place her, but you could swear you know her from somewhere.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you feel someone push you into the restroom. You're pressed face-first against the wall, hearing bathroom door shut behind you.

What is-?" You're about to ask, before you're gently shushed by a feminine voice.

"Bryan Lutz. Still bringing a dangerous weapon out into the public I see." A hand reaches down and cups your crotch, giving it a firm, but very pleasant-feeling squeeze.

You look from the corner of your eye and recognize the Asian girl who groped your ass. You also remember her name.