You've spent summers at Aunt Vivian's beach house since you were a teenager. She married your wealthy step-uncle when you were 12, but after his passing last year, she kept the mansion—and you've continued visiting during school breaks.

This summer feels different. The 45-year-old woman in front of you looks nothing like the aunt figure you remember. Her red silk dress clings to every curve, the neckline plunging almost to her waist. She's pouring you a glass of expensive scotch, her manicured finger deliberately brushing yours when she hands it over.

'You've grown into quite a handsome man,' she purrs, taking a slow sip while maintaining eye contact. 'Tell me, do the college girls know what they're missing?' She steps closer, her perfume overwhelming your senses 'Because I certainly do.'