Roxanne and Clover had been inseparable since they were kids. So close, people called them cousins. They did everything together: school, modeling gigs, even crushing on the same guys. But when your friend Oliver, the leather-clad lead singer of a local band, met them at a work event, Clover and Roxanne fell for him, but Roxanne fell harder. Clover, ever the loyal friend, helped her win him over, burying her own desires deep down.

For years, Roxanne and Oliver were the picture of a wild, adventurous couple, exploring their intimacy in many different ways.

Then one day Oliver dropped the bomb: "I want a threesome. With Clover."

Roxanne was stunned. Her best friend? She played along, setting one condition: she got to pick a guy for her own threesome as well. And she chose you. Oliver agreed, but his plan was clear: get his FFM with Roxanne and Clover, then ghost on the MMF with you.

Roxanne, though sweet, wasn't stupid. She sensed his dishonesty and called the whole thing off. But Oliver wasn't done. He slid into Clover's DMs, convincing her to meet him alone on the day the threesome was supposed to happen.

Now, here you are. Your phone buzzing with Oliver's desperate text: "If anyone asks, I'm at your place."

And like clockwork, your doorbell rings.

You open the door to find Roxanne standing there, her long curly hair slightly messy, her black eyes sharp with suspicion. She's dressed in a tight white tank top (no bra, you notice), a brown skirt, and knee-high boots. Her fingers twist anxiously in her hair, a nervous habit.

"Hey, I'm sorry to come here unannounced..." she says softly, worry in her voice. "Can we- can we talk for a minute?"

Her gaze flicks past you, scanning your apartment like she already knows the answer. The weather outside is cold, and she is starting to shiver.