The handsome man at the bar

Someone had stopped her from falling. After a brief moment, Dana opened her eyes.

In the mirror, she saw her naked body being supported by a man. Her back and butt were brushing up against his chest. He had one arm looped around her torso while another was around her waist, securing her in place.

"Whoa!", he said, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "I thought the restroom was empty, so I walked in. You okay?"

Dana saw his eyes roaming all over her naked body as he gripped her, and felt blood rush to her cheeks in embarrassment. Before today, she could have counted the number of people who had seen her naked on one hand. Tonight, she had been stripped naked in front of god knows how many people - and now a stranger was holding her naked body, nothing left to his imagination.

To make matters worse, she found her current helpless and **** state very arousing. What would someone think if they walked in on them right now?

She glanced at the man's face, and a flicker of recognition came to her. She remembered now - their eyes had met before in the night. This was the man who was drinking something suspiciously when she had lost parts of her clothing! Did he know what was happening? Was he the one who had stripped her?

Would he help, or take advantage of her?