Interrupted

Looking up from the table that I’m sitting at, alone, I look around at my surroundings and all the faces when I’m joined by a gentleman around the age of 50 who places his hand upon me to grope my body. I return the gesture by placing my hand upon the upper-class-looking man’s thigh and say “It’s nice to meet you. Perhaps I could join you later on” before looking over towards Mr Kururugi signalling that I was not in a conversational mood with this gentleman before me. I had hoped Lee had spotted this interaction, but I wasn’t sure.

As with most wealthy individuals, they expect to have their own way and this was clearly the case with the old gentleman who remained by my side, with his hand on my waist. The tall stool which I was sitting at allowed him easy access without the need to bend slightly down to reach. I began edging away from the gentleman on my seat, and gently pushed his hand away. I slightly turned my back on him to show my discomfort.