She begs harder

"Y...yes! That's mine. I lost it... I..."

Hannah pleaded, already on her knees from her embarrassing collapse. The girl looked at her with a wry smile, clearly uncomfortable, but also pretty drunk. For a brief moment it looked like she was about to toss the key right at her, but much to Hannah's dismay she abruptly stopped herself. She started laughing, and then said:

"Oh... I don't know", theatrically playing dumb. "You guys think I should?"

Hannah, painfully aware of the crowd around her, made herself small and clamping her perky breasts. She desperately wanted just a bit of cover, but she had nothing to hide behind as the crowd now yelled all sorts of suggestions. In their drunken stupor they held no mercy for her at all. If some did pity her, they did not show it.

"Give us a show!"

"Let her join the party!"

"Yeah, turn the music back on!"

These people seemed intent on teasing her. The girl with her key gave her an impossible and cruel choice.

"So, wanna dance with us for a bit or do a private... show?"