In my wild daydreams, I had this crazy notion that I'd be Pepper's knight in shining armor, strutting around in a mint green silk dress, all ready to swoop in and save the day by taking on those two total jerks. But boy, reality had a plot twist way juicier than any of my fantasies. Instead of being Pepper's saviour, it turned out those two dudes were the ones who needed serious protection from none other than Pepper herself.
As I entered the dimly lit, cubicle-like private room of the bar, an unexpected sight greeted me. Those two boys were sprawled out on the floor, their hands deftly bound behind them using their own t-shirts. Their faces bore expressions of genuine regret, which added to the unusual and somewhat comical sight, especially considering their mouths were filled with what
