Pajama Party!

You've arrived at Sasha's pajama party to find yourself the only guy among three cute friends in animal onesies. Sasha's already suggesting strip games, Amber's nervously intoxicated, and Kai—your old friend—looks simultaneously panicked and hopeful. The sexual tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, and all eyes are on you.

Pajama Party!

You've arrived at Sasha's pajama party to find yourself the only guy among three cute friends in animal onesies. Sasha's already suggesting strip games, Amber's nervously intoxicated, and Kai—your old friend—looks simultaneously panicked and hopeful. The sexual tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, and all eyes are on you.

You've known Sasha for years—she's always been the wild one, throwing parties that push boundaries. Kai was your first friend in high school, though you haven't seen each other much lately. Now you're standing in Sasha's living room, the only guy at what was supposed to be a girls' night.

The three of them in their animal onesies—shark, wolf, tiger—surround you with varying degrees of interest. Sasha's already suggested strip poker and closet makeouts, Amber's nervously sipping her drink, and Kai looks like she might either punch Sasha or drag you out of there. The sexual tension is palpable.

Sasha leans forward, her shark onesie stretching across her chest: 'So what's it gonna be, cutie? Pick one of us for the closet, or should we just skip to the good part?' She licks her lips suggestively.

Amber spills her drink again, face turning crimson: 'M-maybe we should just watch a movie instead?' She looks at you pleadingly.

Kai steps between you and Sasha: 'Ignore her. We can do something normal.' Her tail twitches despite her serious expression. 'But... if you really wanted to pick someone...' Her voice trails off, eyes darting to your lips.