Ralph couldn't help but look at her, observing her body as she sat curled up on the stool, her eyes trembling as she scanned the surroundings in wonder. The Rohypnol he held tightly crumbled within his hands. The two mixed tequila glasses stared back at him. Examining her fragile, trembling, and innocent presence, he instinctively dropped the tiny pill into one of the glasses, observing its dissolution.

“Here, it’ll help you to relax.” Rara raised her head as Ralph passed her a glass. Feeling nervous and excited at the same time, she grabbed it with her both hands and took a sip.

“Is it….necessary?” She asked looking around. The room...