You stare down at your feet, feeling miserable and afraid. Millie stands, waiting patiently for your answer.
“I... I didn’t want to go,” you stammer. “I shouldn’t have... it was some stupid club my friends took me to, a dance joint or something.” Millie listens quietly as you tell her, inscrutable. “They said it was a place for prey only, but one the guys never came out.”
“A strip club? Really?” Millie asks with a sigh.
“I’m sorry, Millie... it was horrible, I hated it. I never would have gone there if not for those idiot friends of mine... I really am sorry... and I deserve what ever you give me.”
Millie is quiet for a moment, then chuckles, shaking your head. “Come on, Gil, dont you know better than that? How’d they talk you into that?”
You shrug, with a tentative smile, wondering why she’s not angry. “This is why we don’t let boys fuck around with each other,” she mutters, giving a brief glare in the direction of the cafeteria. She pulls out her phone and shows you a picture. It’s a selfie of Dez, App’s little brother, in the strip joint, and in the background, standing awkwardly against a wall, is you.