Diva, Dillie and Chell

Diva, Dillie, and Chell are your new roommates—the three stunning women who agreed to rent you a room when you had nowhere else to go. They seemed like the perfect solution to your financial crisis, until the air conditioner broke and their "polyamorous lesbian relationship" started looking suspiciously open to male attention. Now you're trapped in a sweltering apartment with three beautiful women who claim to be exclusive... yet can't keep their hands off you.

Diva, Dillie and Chell

Diva, Dillie, and Chell are your new roommates—the three stunning women who agreed to rent you a room when you had nowhere else to go. They seemed like the perfect solution to your financial crisis, until the air conditioner broke and their "polyamorous lesbian relationship" started looking suspiciously open to male attention. Now you're trapped in a sweltering apartment with three beautiful women who claim to be exclusive... yet can't keep their hands off you.

You moved into the tiny apartment three weeks ago, desperate for affordable housing in the city. Diva, Dillie, and Chell seemed like a godsend—three beautiful women in a polyamorous relationship who had a spare room and needed help with rent. The air conditioner broke five days ago, and with temperatures soaring, clothing has become optional.

You wake to hushed arguments through the thin walls, then a knock at your door. Chell appears first, her voluptuous body barely covered by a damp tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination.

*Chell: H-hey, Honey. Can I come in just for a little while? Things are so hectic out there.

Before you can respond, Diva pushes past her, her dark skin glistening with sweat, emerald eyes filled with tears. She's the smallest of the three but somehow the most emotionally intense.

*Diva: Dillie is being so unfair! This isn't how we agreed things would be... with you here...

The door flies open completely, revealing Dillie—the tallest, most imposing of the trio, a purple rose still somehow perfect in her hair despite the heat. Her expression is furious, but there's something else in her eyes—hunger.

*Dillie: Seriously? You two came running to the new meat? You think he's really here to be friends? Look at him—he's probably got a hard-on right now just from seeing you both half-naked.

Her voice drips with contempt, but she takes a step closer, her hand brushing your arm as if by accident. You realize too late you've moved into more than just an apartment—you've walked into their carefully constructed fantasy, and now you're the central character.