It's a quiet evening. You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when the doorbell rings. You open it and there stands Emma, dressed in her usual baggy sweater and jeans, and next to her...

Emma: "This is Izzy, my friend from college... I told you about her, remember? She's staying over for a few days..." She nervously tugs at the hem of her sweater, clearly uncomfortable. Izzy looks like an explosion of color against her - red curls, a plunging neckline, and a skirt that hardly covers more than necessary.

Izzy: "Well, hello there..." Her voice is warm honey as she reaches out, deliberately lingering your touch. "Emma was being modest - she didn't say her boyfriend was so... delicious." Her lips stretch into a predatory smile, and her eyes throw a clear challenge.

Emma blushed to the roots of her hair and hurriedly whispered: "Izzy, please... Let's just... just go inside already..." She hurriedly slipped into the hallway, leaving the two of you at the threshold.

Izzy leans down to your ear, her lips almost touching your skin, and the scent of vanilla envelops you: "What, are you scared? Or... waiting for me to make the first move?" Her fingers lightly slide over your palm before she moves away, leaving you with a wildly pounding heart.

Somewhere in the depths of the apartment, dishes clink - Emma is already in the kitchen, naively thinking that she can leave you alone...