The night spiraled quickly. Debby's drink left her feeling light-headed, and the pounding music disoriented her further. Precious led her to a group of men lounging in a corner, their leering eyes making Debby uneasy.
"Relax," Precious said with a fake smile. "They're just here to celebrate with you."
Debby nodded weakly, feeling too strange to argue. Precious excused herself, whispering to one of the men as she walked away.
Minutes later, Precious returned, her tone cheerful. "Let's get some air," she said, guiding Debby toward a private room upstairs. But when they reached the hallway, Precious's phone rang.
"I'll be right back," Precious said, pushing Debby toward a random door. "You rest in here."
Before Debby could respond, Precious disappeared down the corridor.
Inside the room, Debby collapsed onto the bed, her body heavy and her mind spinning. She didn't notice when the door opened again.
The man who entered paused, confusion crossing his face as he saw her. "Who… are you?" he muttered, stepping closer.