The night goes on...

As the night goes on, you start to enjoy yourself more, drinking and dancing with Amy and Margaux. After a bit of practice, you figure out how you're supposed to dance as a girl.

The three of you are easily the hottest girls present, and soon guys start hitting on you. While Margaux acts playful but refuses every advance , Amy is unabashedly slutty, making out and grinding against as many boys as she can. While they attract more people than you do, you are by no means without your own share of admirers.

Initially, you don't give them much attention, but as the drinks keep flowing and your mind keeps getting fuzzier and fuzzier, you start flirting a little, with boys and girls alike; you find yourself enjoying being the centre of attention, and how it makes you feel desired.

At some point, you find yourself alone with your most persistent admirer, a very handsome young man named Mark. You had been talking, or rather screaming over the music, for a while, and were now looking for a more secluded spot to rest a little. You find stairs heading down to a basement, and you enter it.

The music is not as loud here; there's a couch large enough for both of you, and you sit on it.
You chat with him for a while: by now, all the alchool you have drunk is severely impairing your judgement, and you are openly flirting with him, touching and lightly squeezing his knee, playing with your hair, and flaunting your body at him.

Eventually, he assumes you are throwing yourself at him, and he makes his move: he gently grabs your arm, pulls you towards him and kisses you.