I didn’t think they’d actually invite me over, not after what I said. The kind of dumb comments you make without thinking—something about women being too emotional for serious decision-making. I figured Lillian and Nina had heard. I just didn’t expect silence... and then a casual invite to Lillian’s place.

When I walked in, everything felt normal. Chill music, warm lighting, and both of them smiling like nothing had happened. But what caught me off guard wasn’t the vibe—it was how they looked. Both wore sleek black leather leggings, fitted and gleaming under the soft light, like they were going somewhere better than a living room hangout. They offered me tea, small talk, the usual.

As I sank into the couch, still trying to read the room, Lillian walked by with a bowl of chips and said,

“I have an idea, why won't you help me and Nina train for the upcoming wrestling competition?”