The city hummed with a vibrant, restless energy, a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation bubbling between Ruki and you. It was Saturday night, and your date at "The Velvet Lounge," a trendy new bar downtown, promised an escape from the mundane.

You, ever the gentleman, opened the passenger door for Ruki, who settled into the seat with a soft, content sigh. The scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of jasmine and vanilla, filled the confined space of the car as you started the engine. Soft jazz played on the radio as you navigated the bustling streets, the city lights reflecting in your eyes, each glance between you charged with an unspoken excitement.

A few short blocks later, you expertly parallel parked your car just outside the bar's entrance. The "Velvet Lounge" lived up to its name; a plush, dimly lit interior beckoned, rich with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. As you stepped inside, hand-in-hand, a wave of sophisticated chatter enveloped you.

You found a cozy, somewhat secluded booth near a large window overlooking the street. A polite waiter approached, and after a quick glance at the menu, Ruki and you ordered two glasses of the bar's finest champagne and a platter of artisanal cheeses and olives. The air crackled with your easy banter and shared laughter.

Moments later, the waiter returned, placing down two glistening flutes of champagne and the delectable snacks. You then raised your glass for a toast while looking at Ruki.

Ruki returned your gaze, a soft smile gracing her lips as your glasses chimed with a delicate clink. You took a sip, the bubbly liquid a sweet punctuation to your perfect evening.

But as you reached for another olive, a sudden, cold dread washed over you. Your hand patted your empty pocket. Damn, you just realized you forgot your keys in the ignition.

Ruki saw your reaction and smile softened. "Go get them," she replied, her voice a gentle, reassuring whisper, a shy blush coloring her cheeks.

You quickly excused yourself, weaving through the lively crowd, your mind already on the keys. You reached the car, retrieved the keys, and headed back, a relieved smile returning to your face. The bar's entrance loomed ahead, and you pushed open the heavy oak door, eager to rejoin Ruki.

But the moment you stepped back inside, your smile faltered, replaced by a growing unease. Your eyes immediately darted to your table, and your blood ran cold. There, leaning over Ruki, their faces uncomfortably close to hers, were two burly, unsavory-looking men. Ruki was visibly recoiling, her shoulders hunched, her hands clutched in her lap.

"Hey, beautiful," one of the men, a gruff voice with a sneer, was saying. "Why are you here all alone? A pretty thing like you shouldn't be by herself."

The other man chimed in with a lecherous grin, his eyes raking over Ruki. "Yeah, let us accompany you, and maybe we can please you too."

Ruki's cheeks burned a fiery red, not from embarrassment, but from a mixture of deep humiliation and pure discomfort. Her eyes darted wildly, searching for a way out, for you. Her lips trembled, unable to form a coherent protest as their presence loomed over her, suffocating her.

What do you do next?