Chapter 2

“Being stripper doesn't mean I'm into sex Miss Hestia.” He muttered in low voice.

He stand up and start to pick up his clothes that scattered around.

“Wait! What are you doing Farvo?” I stand up from laying.

As I walked and stopped in front of him, “don't leave me tonight Farvo, remember I told you that I pay you big time because I really want you tonight.” I beg.

But he didn't bother to buy it and start to wear his pants. So, even I didn't really know how to do it,I fell my knees on the floor, kneeling in front of his bulge.Forcing to remove his boxer from his hold.

“I can work on this for you to forgive me,” I started to encircle my hands on his, who's not even circling enough due to his bigger size.

“W-wait, I-I thought it was easy! H-how should I… c-continue this?” I even laugh at myself but he just stared at me with his green eyes.

“Damn it!” He muttered different curses and then he went down with me, pulling me back up.

“Don't suggest to do things,you can't do Miss,” he said in strictly tone.

“Sorry,I just want to make up with you,” I apologize in sincere tone.

“Remember that apologizing to a men doesn't need to remove what are you wearing and kneel down yourself to him,” he lectured then cupped my face.

I hold his hand on my face, “are you forgiving me ,now?”

He nodded gently, “Yes, but we will sleep and I will fitted myself into couch.”

I look at him, taunting, “You know,we both fitted in my bed.I mean after everything we did tonight.”

I didn't how our night ended,I just woke up and ready to go to bathroom when I notice arm hugging me tightly from the back.

Fuck!

I slowly remove the arm and turn around to see behind me.

I almost jump off from bed and only to I realized I was fucking naked, even bra and panty like I wasn't wearing anything.

Stupid Capris Hestia!

I snatched the blanket from the sleeping guy in bed, pulling it forcefully made him awake.

“You fucking rape me!” I accused that made him shocked.

He stare at me blankly, eyes still heavy from sleep, “ you're too noisy,” he reminded me.

“Ugh, seriously?” I hissed under my breath before storming out.

I went straight to the bathroom, grabbed a tabo of water—fine, if words won’t wake him up, this will.

Without any words,I threw the water in him and I just realized I was still naked in front of him—that’s probably why he was still stunned and couldn’t react.

“You fucking pervert and rapist!” I continued to grab the blanket to cover my self the to to only see he was naked too.

”W–what… what did you do to me l–last night?” I asked, my voice trembling in fear.

I heard him cleared himself and speak soft, “I don't know too…The last thing, I remembered that you asked me to go with you…that you need me…..in return you'll pay me….big.” He struggle to finished his sentence.

I didn't know,maybe because of fear.

I was about to argue another when he spoke again, “maybe there's nothing happened. Maybe we just remove our clothes together to felt fresh,maybe we felt both hotter last night, Miss.”

I laughed disbelief in his words, “ you're telling me that we just sleep naked and nothing else,fuck you Mister!” I even raised my middle finger at him.

“But that's the truth,” he countered calmly.

“You know what! Just leave my unit before I call cops!”

I left him and my bed and pull a pair of short and tube from my closet before heading to the bathroom. Here,in the bathroom,I cleaned myself many times and I even more annoyed when I saw my neck up to my thigh was full hickeys.

I scrubbed my body hard and repeatedly, covering myself with soap just to wash it off but it didn’t work. After doing it several times, nothing changed. It didn’t remove anything, it only left my skin red and stinging.

I let my hours crying in the bathroom, nothing more too blame but myself because it the end, it happened because of my drunken recklessness.

After my dramatic shower, I never saw Farvo again but there was a piece of paper on my side table.

Please pay for my night, Miss. I’ll wait for you at the bar again. Remember, you promised that : )

— Farvo

My eyes widened as I read it, disbelief rushing through me. What the hell? I crumpled the note in my fist, anger bubbling up inside me.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered through gritted teeth before grabbing my phone. Still fuming, I opened our group chat and hit the video call button.

“Did you go home alive, bitch?” As soon as Prislet joined the video call, she was the first to join.

I didn't speak and waited them first all to join the video call.

“Fucking fuck you for each and everyone of you, Bitches!” I even down my phone to shown my two hand with my middle finger on it and I just all their laughs.

“What the hell happened to me last night?” I whispered, still in disbelief.

I watch my friend as they look each other even we we're all just in screen then turned their gazed on me.

“We just saw how flirty you are, Hestia!” Prislet mocked me.

“You knew what I did think you we're on drug last night, Hestia!” I glared on Felia playful tone.

“Yeah bitch or maybe someone in bar did that to you,” Alea said that meaningfully.

”But we all drink the same alcohol,” I muttered.

“Anyways,why you we're asking? I mean you always drunk everytime we went to bar,” Felia asked curious.

“I woke up naked with a man I did—” My voice broke before I could even finish. Their tone suddenly rose, and the last thing I heard was them saying they’d come over to talk in person.

I instantly run to room,looking down at my bed that full on blood.I quickly pulled off the comforter and looked around my room, afraid I might find traces of something bad—something I shouldn’t have done last night. Oh no… if they find out, I’m so dead. They’re definitely going to yell at me.

But before I even finish cleaning my room,I hear my doorknob click.

“Hestia!”

“Witch Girl!”

“Flirty Bitch!”

Fuck!I heard the quick, overlapping screams of my friends outside the room — they were so rush to reach here.

I'm still not yet done cleaning mess! I didn't bother to look at them outside and to clean when my I saw my bedroom doorknob slowly twisting.

An idea popped on my mind.

“I still getting dressed!” I shouted nervously on the top of my lungs.

“Idiot reasoning, Capris Hestia!”

But they didn't buy that reason and continue to open the door and Prislet is the who speak first, “dressing or trying to hide crime you did last night?”

She said in serious tone that made me flip and snip.

“Wha–what the hell! Do I need to hi–hide from a—all of you?”

I blurted, completely flustered.

I watched as they roamed around my room. Then Alea stopped near the corner of my bedside table and slowly bent down, like she’d seen something she needed to pick up—

“Yuck! Men’s underwear!” she shrieked, her face twisting in pure disgust.

“So your stupidity really won last night!” Prislet yelled, even pulling my hair.

“So fucking stupid, Capris Hestia!” she added, yanking it again.

“You didn’t just flirt—you actually got fucked? Are you freaking crazy, Hestia?!” Felia shouted, half in disbelief, half in anger.

“What if you get pregnant? Did the guy even use a condom?” Alea snapped.

“Or what if that stripper has an STD?!” she added, eyes wide with panic.

“You’re all so OA! It was just one drunken mistake, okay?” I fired back, trying to sound calm even though my heart was pounding.

The room fell into a heavy silence right after my words. My heart pounded, matching the echo of my own guilt.

Prislet stepped forward first, her eyes blazing.

“Just one drunken mistake? Girl, that’s literally how babies happen!” she snapped, voice sharp enough to slice through the air.

Felia crossed her arms, shaking her head in disbelief, "that’s not just a mistake,” she said, her tone rising, “that’s you throwing logic straight out the window!”

Alea’s voice came next in more calmer, but colder, the kind that stings more than a shout.

“You say it like it’s no big deal,” she said slowly, “but what if the consequences hit later? You need to wake up, Hestia.”

Their words hung in the air like thick smoke, suffocating, impossible to ignore.

I bit my lip. “Actually… he even asked me for payment—like I accused him of taking advantage of me.”

Prislet yanked my hair again. “Taking advantage? Idiot, you wanted that!” she snapped, her anger echoing off the walls.

“But I was drunk last night,” I said weakly, my voice barely steady.

Prislet glared at me, eyes blazing. “You were drunk, yes but you were also the one who flirted with him, who kept pouring him drinks until he was drunk too and that’s what led to everything!”

She let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. “And now he’s seriously asking for money? What’s that guy stripper name?” She even arched her eyebrows on me.

It made think leads to remember what he wrote on paper so I did get that, “Farvo,” I whispered after reading his name again.

Prislet’s eyes went wide. “Farvo? That’s his name?” Prislet’s eyes went wide. She grabbed the crumpled paper from my trembling hand and scanned it like it might burn. “Oh my God… he actually expects you to pay him?”

I opened my mouth to explain, but Alea cut in, voice calm but sharp. “I heard your conversation last night. You promised him, didn’t you?”

I forced a crooked smile, the kind you wear when you think you’ve solved a math problem but the numbers aren’t adding up yet. “What if I go back tonight? To the bar.”

Prislet cocked an eyebrow. “Then what?”

“Tell him I won’t pay— or I’ll just give him another night with me, like—” I didn’t get to finish. Prislet’s hand hit my cheek with a hard, stinging slap.

“Idiot!” she snapped. She stormed out, slamming the door so hard it banged against the frame.

I cupped my cheek, the heat spreading where her hand had landed. For a beat I stood frozen, equal parts ashamed and oddly defiant.

Alea was already beside me. She took my hand away from my face and looked at me—serious, careful. “Don’t say things like that,” she said quietly. “That’s not the plan. You said you’d act dumb, remember? Let him make himself obvious. Don’t give him lines he can use.”

“I know,” I said. My voice came out small. “I just— I panicked.”

“Good.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking fast. “Okay. We do this right. You go, you act like you did last night. You let him write everything down. We record. We get screenshots. We make a paper trail. No bargaining, no ‘one more night’—nothing that makes it look like you agreed.”

I nodded. The slap had faded into a dull ache, replaced by a cold focus. “I can do that.”

Alea smiled like she’d just solved a puzzle. “We leave in three hours. Don’t drink before then. Don’t talk to anyone except him, and if he starts talking money—let him. You act innocent. We move.”

The hallway door banged again—Prislet on the other side, breathing hard. She pushed it open and came in, hair a little wild, eyes burning with something like fear and fury mixed. She didn’t soften when she looked at me; she simply glared, then reached into her bag and pulled out a second phone.

“We do it my way,” she said, voice low. “Two phones recording, one hidden. I’ll be the backup. Alea, you’re on call. If he tries anything, we call the cops. If he leaves, we follow. We get everything.”

We packed fast an extra charger, a tiny notebook to bait him, two phones set to record, and a few small bills folded in a corner—enough to make him think he won something, not enough to start a transfer. My stomach fluttered, both because of the plan and because of the part where I’d have to play the version of myself that made bad choices.

Outside, the streetlight hummed. Inside, our silence felt like strategy. I touched my cheek again, then squared my shoulders.

Tonight I’d go back to the bar. Tonight, I would pretend to be lost in last night so Farvo would expose himself. Tonight we would take his paper trail and turn it into evidence.

And that’s really what I wanted to happen again. When my alarm rang at six p.m., I went straight to the shower and started getting ready. I put on sophisticated makeup, curled my hair even more, and faced the hardest part—choosing a dress that would look irresistibly attractive, especially in Fargo’s eyes.

I mentally remind myself that I'm not here for drinks but to seek justice of what the other night.

I choose to positioned on far end of the bar then men strippers started to go to me but I refused not until Farvo came.

“Would you like any drink, Ma’am?” he asked, his voice low and velvety, with just the right touch of charm that made it impossible not to notice.

Slowly my memory went wild flashing the night of us—Shit Capris Hestia!

“Miss Hestia,Oh it's you!” He said sweetly and even smiled wider.

Damn! His smile makes more hands—Hestia!

“I would like one scotch,one sex on the beach and one blow job,” I even use my sweet voice as I lick and bite my lip while staring at him.

I saw his jaw tighten, muscles moving under his skin, and the way his fingers gripped the menu a little too hard gave him away.

“After you accused me of rape,” he said, each word clipped and precise, “and yet you haven’t even paid me.”

I blinked innocently at him, forcing a little smile, though my heart was racing like crazy and my palms were suddenly slick. Okay, stay cool, I told myself. Play dumb, act casual but also, his voice—damn.

“I was just saying my order. What the hell were you even thinking?” I added, letting my eyes sparkle a bit. “But… I won’t lie, I kinda like that too.”

His glare softened for just a second, and I felt my chest tighten, a mix of fear and thrill twisting together. Focus, I reminded myself. This is just a game—a very dangerous game.

He leaned closer, his cologne mixing with the faint smell of alcohol and dim lights. The bass from the club pulsed through the floor, syncing with the erratic beat of my heart.

“And I want you to table me,” I said finally, my voice lower now, controlled. “Drink with me. Order something for yourself.”

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You sure you can handle that, Miss?”

I tilted my head, feigning confidence. “Oh, I can handle more than you think.”

The tension thickened between us, unspoken but sharp. Around us, the laughter, the music, and the flash of neon lights blurred into background noise. This wasn’t just another drink—this was bait.