Black: Queen's Knight's Pawn b7>b5

Ingrid looked around, struggling to keep herself from leaving her mouth agape at the wonder and apprehension she felt at everything she saw. Dozens of women shook and slid against complete strangers out on the dance floor, couples and even sometimes small groups openly played with their partners bodies over in the booths, and now she watched as another woman, a redhead with freckles that covered her face and shoulders, was being lead into another private room, both her and her partner openly grinning at each other. Ingrid watched the bulky man suddenly turn and lift her up by both legs as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clearly surprised but openly inviting him to go further before the door closed behind them.

Ingrid needed a drink... no, several drinks. Kylie had been excited for her as she left, she'd been excited to experience something new, and now that she was here... she was both terrified and hopelessly aroused. She asked the bartender for a cocktail, something with vodka, she needed a stiff drink and time to plan out what she was going to do. She couldn't just leave, she'd come all this way, she was committed to enjoy her adventure into the unknown... but she needed a drink to steady her nerves and the trembling in her arms.

"First time here?" a deep voice asked off to her side.

Ingrid looked over to her right and saw a young man, toned, fit, a clean shave and a sharp outfit with a red collared shirt with black dress pants... and what was that cologne? It smelled wonderful... Ingrid caught herself staring at the young man and did her best to introduce herself, she didn't want to come off as awkward... or at least more so, "Uh, y-yes, someone invited me here, but I can't seem to find them."

"Oh, are they a regular here? I might know them," the man asked with a friendly demeanor, as casual as if he was simply holding a door open for her.

"I-I don't know, his name is Charles, he said he was heading over here a bit ago and I was just trying to catch up," Ingrid explained, hoping it wasn't too improper to let on that she was looking for another man.

There seemed to be a glint in the man's eye after Ingrid shared the name of the one she was looking for, "Oh!? Charles? He and I go way back! Yeah, he told me a bit ago that he had an errand he had to run before he could make it. Left me hanging with his drink and everything. If you want, we can wait for him over in one of the rooms, heck, if he invited you you could have his drink as well, serves him right for standing up such a beautiful young lady such as yourself."

"Eh!? R-r-room? I... I mean... I don't think..." Ingrid froze up completely, her entire face a beat red as she thought about the implications. She wasn't sure she was ready for that just yet from what she'd seen of the other women going into those rooms, but she didn't want to come off as dismissive or insulting either...

"Relax, I just meant we could go in there, watch something on the telly, and have a couple drinks until Charles showed up while I tell you embarrassing stories about him. Not everyone that reserves a room is as forward as what you've probably noticed. I just meant you looked a little uncomfortable out here all by yourself and I figured maybe a more relaxed setting would be more your style for a first timer. Believe me, I'll be razzing him all week for leaving you to fend for yourself."

Ingrid couldn't help but smile at the man's warm encouragement and offer, perhaps she could join... hmmm... "I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name..."

The man's eyes went wide for a second before he recovered, "Where are my manners, my apologies, my name is Bobby and it is a pleasure to meet you, miss..."

"Ingrid, you can call me Ingrid, the pleasure is all mine," she replied, her anxiety melting away at the friendly exchange. Just then Ingrid felt a cold glass bump up against her arm along the bar, the bartender having inconspicuously dropped off the drink she ordered.

"How about I carry that for you and we get ourselves that room, maybe I can tell you about the history of this place," Bobby offered.

"I think I'd like that," Ingrid beamed before she was lead away from the bar to follow her new acquaintance into their own private room.

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