Cassandra's POV

I was thinking of excusing myself and leaving when amidst loud cheering and laughter, a group of eight men entered the banquet hall, their muscular bodies clad in bright clothes, hair streaked and bleached, tattooed arms and bodies, all causing the women to cheer them loudly. What was going on? Poles were set up in the middle and the men started strip*ing. Panicking, I closed my eyes and turned around, ready to flee, when suddenly someone asked, "Are you a bridesmaid?" I was glad that I wasn't the bride as I saw out of the corner of my eyes what Anna was being subjected to. Two strippers had...