Ava

As I stepped out of the bar, the cool night air hit me like a slap in the face, a stark contrast to the warmth and laughter I had left behind. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a bit self-conscious in my revealing outfit. My black thigh-high stockings seemed to gleam in the dim streetlights, drawing more attention to my legs than I was comfortable with. I had dressed to impress my friends, and maybe even catch the eye of a potential suitor, but now I just wanted to get home without any unwanted encounters. The streets were relatively empty, save for a few stragglers like myself, making their way home from a night out. I quickened my pace, my heels clicking on the pavement as I walked. The sound seemed amplified in the quiet night, making me feel like I was broadcasting my presence to the world. I glanced around, half-expecting to see someone watching me, but the streets were deserted. Still, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being vulnerable, of being a target.