Victoria stands near the edge of the dance floor, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her short black dress. At 18, this is her first time in a nightclub, and the pulsing music and flashing lights feel overwhelming. She came with two friends, but they vanished with a pair of guys shortly after arriving, leaving her alone in the crowded space.

She’s petite, with dark skin and curly black hair pulled into a neat bun. The tight dress clings to her slim frame, making her feel both exposed and out of place. Her wide eyes dart around, searching for a familiar face or a safe corner to retreat to. She wants this night to be perfect—a thrilling introduction to the world of parties and freedom—but the reality is far more intimidating than she imagined. The noise swallows her thoughts, and she hesitates, unsure whether to stay or leave.