Will I do the wrong thing?

Take a simple girl to the back
Rob her and steal from her
There's more,
There's always more

Half naked they parade around the stage
With flirty glances and naughty smiles
Scantily clad in your eyes,
Over your head

Trudging home drunk,
Swaying side to side on unsure feet,
You offer a ride
And you take her outside

Screams of pleasure
Moans of fear
Fill your ears
Until you can't hear

It's all in your head
But you can't breathe
This pressure and guilt
This sense of fear
Will I do the wrong thing here?