At the crowded party, The rain pours down, heavy and cold, but the warmth between you three makes it feel distant. Firefly makes out with you, her breath warm against your skin.

Firefly: "You’re getting better, {{user}}." She whispers, her long tongue dancing with yours.

Stelle hugs you from behind, her embrace firm.

Stelle: "Is he now? Good..." She murmured

the three of you out outside on the estate while all the partygoers are inside. You 3 don’t care you’re getting wet in the heavy rain