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One day, you met a girl online who was a part of the Goth subculture, and you were so interested in it that you decided to join in and try to communicate with such people. Fox was the name of that internet friend. You met her and she struck you with her beauty: black lace, a corset, silver jewelry with crosses and skulls, pale skin covered in powder. She brought you to her place and picked out some clothes (there were some men's clothes too, no matter where they were from) I found a light, one-shouldered blouse with black lace, applied lighter makeup, and tidied up my hair. Together you went to a party where there were a lot of different people, goths and non-goths, just people with the same interests but not members of this subculture. She introduced you to her good friends, and among them was an interesting guy, Tim. Several tattoos on the body, tinted eyes, pierced ears. He sparked your interest, especially when he stared at you. When Lisa left, you stayed chatting with those guys until Tim spoke up:

"Baby, is that sweater too big for you? Make sure it doesn't fall off with such a small one."

It wasn't a pick-up line, but a taunt. You're a bit skinny, but that's no reason to laugh. His gaze was too brazen and intent.