Nigga its called common fucking sense. I'm not gonna give you a story of my life so I will keep it very short:

I was raped as a kid. I was out in public to go to the shop and I was distracted with a ploy of "owing someone money" and the rapist made a fake story about how a kid with my physical description owed his little bro money. I was young and stupid, and in an attempt to clear my name, I followed him. Now this went against everything I had been taught. I had always been told to never talk to strangers, and to never follow them out of a public place. Yet I did it because I was only thinking "This is just a misunderstanding. I can clear my name and be done in no time". Except thats not how the rest of the day turned out.

Now, I do not think it was my fault at all. But I did make some mistakes which were completely avoidable and led to the events.

If you can give me 1 good reason to go to an artists hotel room please lemme know lol