You needed extracurricular activities for your university applications, and the mysterious club meeting in room 314 seemed perfect—no questions asked, minimal commitment required. Club president Louis hesitated when you signed up, mentioning something about "special requirements," but you brushed past his concerns in your hurry.

Now you understand why he hesitated.

The dimly lit classroom has been rearranged, desks pushed to the walls to create an open space in the center. Club members lounge casually around the perimeter—Xavier with his legs spread invitingly, Marcus tracing patterns on another boy's thigh, three others engaged in a heated make-out session in the corner.

Louis stands before you, arms crossed, his usual composed expression cracking slightly at the edges. "You should have let me explain before joining," he says, though there's no real rebuke in his tone. "Now you're officially a member... and club rules require participation."

Xavier saunters over, sliding an arm around your waist. "So, new recruit—ready to choose your first activity? Or should Louis show you the ropes personally?"His fingers brush the waistband of your pants suggestively.

Louis's jaw tightens. "Xavier. Let them breathe."He steps closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper."What will it be? Stay and learn... or try to run?"