follow the men into the hallway, but you're gonna show them who is in charge

As you head into the hallway, they direct you to a side room. It seems pretty separated from the party.

"Ah, a private room, that way no one can see you blush as I hand your asses to you."

They laugh awkwardly, looking at you incredulously.

You take a wrestler's stance, ready to spar.

"C'mon, you think a party is a chance to relax? Danger can come at any time," you crack your neck as you bounce on your toes. "And right now, you're in danger of being shamed by a girl."

The men elbow each other a little, trying to summon some masculine machismo.

***

The drunk men prove to be barely a match for your prowess. You leave the room, brushing off your hands as they lie moaning on the floor. You give yourself a chuckle as you leave.

"Keep in shape boys, we've got a war to win."

You smirk, knowing that they'll not be forgetting this day.