Paint the town red

Considering that maybe you are too obsessed you decide to go out partying. Perhaps a little distraction can help you look at your urges in a different way. Tomorrow you would probably make a cooled down decision.

Well, its settled, you take the bus and go search for a nice club for tonight. When you are about to sit you realize there is a crumpled flyer on your seat. Carefully you read it:

“Confession night club

Fetish party

29-2-2020

Cedar St., nº123”

Well today February 20st it seems like destiny, although you don’t really believe in it. It seems like a good option for tonight.

Since it’s still early in the evening the place is empty. the club has a bad illumination and the music is certainly loud, but you approach the bar and ask for a shot anyway. The waitress is a brunette probably in his early 30s. She wears a leather jacket, a really short red mohawk and her arms are almost fully covered in tattoos.

“Are you waiting for someone?” She asks while pouring you a tequila shot.

“No, just trying to enjoy the night. Didn’t even know this club even existed” You admit, taking it in a gulp.

“No doubt, cutie, you look like a fish out of water” She answers with a smirk. “Anyway, this one is on the house. Its good to give a good first impression”. And pours another one with a wicked smile on her face. “Carmen by the way”.

You stay there talking with her and taking shots until you begin to feel a little dizzy. Since the music grows louder, your bladder becomes fuller and you don’t know anybody you decide is best to call it a day and go back home, but when you are about leave a Carmen grabs you by the waist. “My shift ends in 20 min. You better wait for me” she assertively says looking in your eyes.