On my way to a party with friends Cleo and Gabriella, we hear a whistle. A man on the sidewalk tries to flirt, but he’s chosen the wrong crowd. Curious, we approach, intending to understand his intentions. He thinks he’s being charming, but we have other plans. We seize the opportunity to teach him a lesson: licking our dirty soles and then taking turns trampling him. He quickly regrets his actions, and once he’s had enough, we force him to crawl to a street corner, leaving him there, discarded.