The man kissed me and you didn't faze. You were sitting in the farthest booth of the room, observing us silently while holding a beer in your hand.
I was supposed to seduce him until we reached our flat, where you finally came to join the game.

You pulled the knife as he was about pull my skirt down, stabbing him from behind. His body landed on mine, lifeless, unconscious, and you laughed wickedly, looking at me from your position; crouched over him.

"Good job, baby."