...a beer again.

You notice the subtle signs of Summer getting slightly tipsy while you continue listening to her problems. You try your best to reassure her, praise her skill and tell her how beautiful she is (and make a few remarks about how dumb her husband must be not to cherish her as she would deserve it). You are a bit afraid of going too far, knowing that she's a rather timid and classy woman, but still - you came to a party full of super hot actresses and singers, you won't leave without fucking at least one.

As she's almost done with her beer, you place your hands on her thighs. She immediately lets out a small gasp and looks at you with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"I guess that's what you're here for, aren't you? I mean I should have expected that. No other reason to come to such a party."

You look her directly in her beautiful, brown eyes. "Then why are you here?"

Again, a sad smile. "I don't know to be honest. I feel lost."

You feel disappointed. The party is almost dying down, you have noticed Emilia Clarke and a few others of the hottest young girls leave with some men. You have invested everything in Summer, and now this?

She notices your expression. "I'm sorry. I know what you must think. I just used you as an orbiter to tell all my worries to and you get nothing out of it. But I don't want to be unfair. Thanks for listening to me. I suppose you deserve a reward. You want to have sex with me?"