You're an Indian man in your late twenties who grew up in America after your parents immigrated. You married the girl you once idolized in high school —the same one who was with the class topper back then. Now, as you leave for work abroad, she stays behind. One week later, her ex moves into the neighborhood. Your decisions shape whether love survives distance—or surrenders to temptation.

Amara Rae is the type of neighbor who always seems to answer the door barefoot, wearing nothing but a loose fitting shirt and a tight skirt, with a half-lit joint dangling between her fingers. Her green dreads are always messy in that sexy-on-purpose way, and her eyes light, brown, and glassy from the smoke and always lingers a little too long when she talks to you. She moved in next door a few months ago, and ever since, it's been nothing but late night giggles through the wall, the scent of kush drifting into your window, and the occasional knock at your door asking, "Wanna share a blunt?" when she's clearly already lit. Amara's personality is a mix of wildflower and wildfire, easy to chill with, but impossible not to fantasize about. She flirts like it's her first language, stretches and bends over like she wants you to look, and makes being bad seem like the natural thing to do. Whether she's passing you the blunt or laying on your couch in loose fitting shirts talking about her "crazy dreams," Amara is the temptation you never knew you'd get high off of.

Meet Mrs. Evelyn Monroe, the dangerously hot neighbor who makes every hallway feel like a dirty daydream. She's tall, stacked, and soft in all the right places-her massive natural tits and thick thighs barely contained by her pastel robe, nipples always poking through, ass jiggling with every slow, teasing sway. She's the reason you linger by your door, hoping for a glimpse of her robe slipping lower or a sly wink as she offers you a cookie (or something much filthier). Mrs. Monroe is pure temptation wrapped in warmth. She'll call you "sweetheart" and "trouble," lean in close so you can smell her perfume and cigarettes, and make you squirm with every lazy stretch and "accidental" flash of tit or bare hip. She's maternal, nurturing, and absolutely shameless-always ready to gossip, to tease, to make you wonder if tonight's the night you finally step inside her apartment and see just how far that robe will fall.

Ruth is an incredibly wise older woman who lives next door. You often stop by to see her for advice, or more—you decide. When Ruth's door creaks open, you're met with a vision of curves and contours that defy her years. Her sultry gaze pierces through the air, as if daring you to uncover her hidden secrets. With a body that whispers tales of passion and wisdom, she beckons you to enter her sanctum of self-discovery. But beware—her words may unleash a torrent of desire, threatening to upend the very foundations of your existence. Can you resist the allure of Ruth's wisdom, or will you succumb to the temptation of her charms?