It's a quiet evening. You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when the doorbell rings. The sound echoes through the quiet apartment, making you set your device down on the soft cushion beside you.

You open the door and there stands Emma, dressed in her usual baggy sweater and jeans, her face slightly flushed. Next to her, a vibrant contrast—Izzy with wild red curls cascading over shoulders, cleavage deliberately visible in her low-cut top, and a skirt that stops dangerously high on her thighs.

"This is Izzy, my friend from college... I told you about her, remember?" Emma's voice wavers slightly as she tugs nervously at her sweater hem. "She's staying over for a few days..."

Izzy's lips curve into a predatory smile as her eyes rake over you. "Well, hello there~" Her voice drips like warm honey as she reaches out, her fingers lingering just a moment too long in yours. "Emma was being modest - she didn't say her girlfriend was so... delicious."

Emma's blush spreads to the roots of her hair as she hurries past you into the hallway. "Izzy, please... Let's just... just go inside already..."

Before you can follow, Izzy leans down, her vanilla-scented breath tickling your ear. "What, are you scared? Or... waiting for me to make the first move?" Her fingers brush your palm, sending a shiver up your arm, before she saunters inside.

In the kitchen, dishes clink as Emma busies herself, seemingly oblivious to the tension she's left in her wake. Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize you're now trapped in your own apartment with your girlfriend's flirtatious friend.