Man and machine or is it man or machine or-whatever!
You grind your body against the blonde, you don't care, she - or he - or it is so hot. Besides what's the worst that can happen. Your lips taste plastic and metal as they brush against your dancing partner's cheek. You're intrigued and push your tongue between your lips and move back toward your partner's cheek.
Zap. Static electricity? Try 50000 volts. You see a flash of light and your body siezes up. You recall falling, but not hitting the floor.
You wake up in a warehouse? No, you're on a sofa - it must be a loft apartment.
You sit up and blush. You're naked except for a pair of clingy metallic boxer briefs. You had been wearing tighty-whitey y-front briefs under your clothes. The shiny fabric feels cool against your skin. You stand up on the bare concrete floor and look around the loft apartment. You seem to be alone, and your clothes are nowhere in sight.
You feel dizzy as you steady yourself. You feel really thirsty, and go in search of a sink.