Head back Anne's apartment

You leave the club and decided to go back to your - relatively new - apartment. Following the directions outlined on Anne's facebook profile, you arrive at ritzy terraced apartment in a nice neighbourhood.

Her parents must have a ton of money, holy fuck.

You give a wave to the concierge and head up to the fourth floor. You don't have any keys, and reflecting on the situation, you probably left her purse on bus. You knock at the door. No answer. You knock again, and again, no answer. You notice you're standing on a mat and hope the tenants are naive enough to leave a key under the mat. They are. You grab the spare key and open the door to your apartment.

Oh my fuck.

The apartment is fastidiously cleaned, spacious, and new.

Her parents must be, I don't know, senators?

You kick your shoes off and walk into the living area. There's a sliding door that opens onto a terrace. You walk outside and take note of the view: you can see the bustle of the street below from this quaint little garden.

The view is shit but the balcony is damn good. I gotta have some friends over or some shit.

You go back inside and sit on your couch. Your mind can't help but drift to the thought of girl from the ad getting gangbanged. You start to feel a bit horny.

"Maybe I should call some people over." You say to yourself.

You check your phone. There are few texts from classmates. Mostly girls. You open her messenger app and look for guys Anne messages. No one interesting. You decide to give Mickey a call.

"Ey, fuck up." You say.

"Hey. Wait, what?"

"Uh, I mean, Mickey." You forget he doesn't really know you. "Do you wanna come over? Can you bring some friends, maybe uh, four other guys? And bring booze. I'm fuckin' thirsty."

"Yeah, a few of my mates just got here. Where you at?"

You text him your address and tell them to wait outside.