"Baby, hey," Amber's drawl follows you all the way to the bathroom. It’s game you two play— always with some poor, other girl. This time, she was nestled all cozy on your lap, hands all over—well, everywhere.

With a huff, Amber's hand shoots out to catch your wrist in a firm, insistent tug, yanking you back into her arms with narrowed eyes.

"And just where do you think you're going?" She murmurs, eyes flashing darkly as her arm coils around your waist, breath hot against your ear.