White Oaks

My Name is David

After a while, the man speaks up.
"So, what brings you to White Oaks?" he asks, his voice friendly and curious.

I pause for a moment, considering how much I want to share with this stranger. But something about his gentle demeanor puts me at ease, and l decide to open up a little.

"Mostly just wanting to be able to be the center of attention I guess, I mean... I'm honestly not really sure, why?" I say.

The man smiles kindly. "Well, that's not uncommon here," he says. "A lot of people come to White Oaks to escape from their everyday lives and just be themselves. It's a safe place where you can let your guard down and enjoy some freedom."

He pauses, studying you for a moment.
"You seem like you might be new to this scene," he continues. "Is there anything you're curious about or have questions about?"

I feel my cheeks flush slightly at the suggestion, but I appreciate his openness. "Well, I guess I'm just not really sure what to expect," I admit.

"This is really cool but it is my first time you see." He smiles nervously.

The man chuckles softly. "Don't worry, we were all newbies at some point," he says reassuringly. "But I can tell you from experience that White Oaks is a welcoming and accepting community. Just be yourself, and don't be afraid to explore and try new things if you feel comfortable."

I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.
"Thanks for the advice," you say, smiling gratefully at the man. "I think I'm going to like it here."

The man smiles back at you and nods. "I'm glad to hear that," he says. "And if you ever have any questions or need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to come find me. My name is David."