In the pulsating heart of a neon-lit, underground club, a mysterious figure crooks a finger at you. 'I & you,' they mouth, leading you to a private, shadowy corner. You feel the cool, smooth leather of a couch beneath you as they strip you bare, their breath hot on your neck. 'Ass,' they growl, spitting in their palm, lubing you up, and pushing inside, their rhythm matching the throbbing bass of the music outside.