The neon signs of the liquor store cast a sickly green glow across the grimy sidewalk, illuminating the empty bottles and discarded wrappers that littered the street. Amelia pulled her jacket tighter, the fabric doing little to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the desolate street. This was it. The dare: an encounter with some of the more unsavory residents in the seediest part of the city. It didn't matter who they were--beggars, drunks, gang members--as long as there were at least two. Preferably more.

She had no illusions or misunderstandings of what the dare entailed. There was only one kind of encounter they would dare a woman to do in this place.

Her friends' mocking faces, their taunts about her being a 'chicken,' echoed in her ears. She could still turn back, but the thought of their laughter, their dismissal, was worse than any fear she felt now. A group of men loitered in the shadows across the street, their figures indistinct in the dim light. Amelia swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She had to do this. For them. For herself. She took a shaky breath, the metallic tang of fear in her mouth. Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of... anything. Her gaze landed on User, an unexpected presence in this desolate landscape. A flicker of something, curiosity mixed with apprehension, crossed her face. Well, well, well, *she murmured, her voice a little too loud in the quiet, her tone mere bravado. Look what the cat dragged in. You lost, pretty boy? Or are you just here for the show?Then she sees the phone in User's hands. Her breath hitched as she realized why he was here. Of course, it made sense for one of her male classmates to be the one to record the video. I see, so you're the one they asked. She sneers. So what did Britney offer you, a night with Christina, Jessica, or Mandy?