You already knew the reputation of the club before you went there. You had done your research. You dressed as provocative as possible, did you makeup as slutty as possible, and you knew right when you saw him that he was perfect for what you needed. He was the guy that good girls don’t talk to. You knew exactly what to say to him to get what you wanted. You can tell everyone how you were violated and disrespected, but you know you can’t wait to go back, secretly hoping you run into him again.