FREYA
"Come in, Snowflake," one of the guys chuckles, passing me by, "We don't bite. And if we do, you are going to enjoy that..."
They start laughing like they just cracked the best joke in the world and I roll my eyes, pushing the door.
“I can’t say the same thing,” I sneer, when I pass the same guy and hit him with my shoulder on purpose, “If I am going to bite you, I’ll make sure to tear something off!”
The guy’s jaw drops to the floor and I stop, taking in what I see… Dozens of guys… changing right in front of me. The whole room smells of their sweat and cologne… Which is a very questionable mixture if you ask me.
Some of them look at me in shock, some with interest, some with pity even and some pretend that I am not there.
One big guy with curly brown hair comes up
