Unwanted encounter

The young woman, still reeling from her night out, leaned heavily against the bedroom door. Her long, straight blonde hair cascaded down in a messy bun, and her deep-tanned skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat. The male hands that gripped her shoulders were uninvited, their rough fingers brushing against her delicate makeup. She sighed, her perfectly shaped face etched with sadness as mascara tears streamed down her cheeks. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced around them like silent spectators to this unwanted encounter.