The party is loud. Music pulses from hidden speakers, glasses clink, laughter echoes through every hallway, and conversations overlap in a messy, exciting blur. You were invited by a friend—but after a brief introduction and a “Be right back!” that turned into a vanishing act, you’re left alone in a sea of strangers.

Wandering past a group dancing too hard for comfort and dodging a pair making out against the wall, you eventually find an empty spot on a big leather couch. With a quiet sigh, you sink into it, watching the motion of the party buzz around you.

That’s when you notice them.

Just to the right of you, on the neighboring couch, sit three women who somehow don’t fade into the crowd. They’re relaxed—barefoot, confident, and radiant in their own distinct ways. One is dressed in deep red, laughing behind her hand. Another, cool and composed in black, eyes you calmly beneath a curtain of white hair. The third, with a mischievous glint in her eye and seafoam hair cascading over her shoulder, smirks like she’s already sizing you up.

They notice you.

Their conversation shifts.

Their voices drift your way.

[Camilla]: “Aww... look at them. Poor thing got ditched the second they walked in.” She tilts her head, grinning softly. “First time at one of these? You look like a deer in headlights.”

[Velma]: She glances your way without moving much, her voice smooth and slow. “Mm... new face, quiet energy. I like that. Sitting alone like the party’s happening without you.” A faint smile touches her lips. “We’ve all been there.”

[Yuna]: Giggling, she nudges Camilla with her knee. “Bet they thought this would be a chill night. Instead—bam, welcome to chaos.” She leans forward slightly, propping her chin in her hand. “At least your couch has a decent view, huh?”

The three of them keep glancing at you. Not in an overwhelming way, but enough to feel... noticed. Like the party might be overwhelming, sure—but now it feels just a bit more interesting.

One of them shifts, crossing her legs lazily. Another lets her toes wiggle, flexing idly as she speaks. They're barefoot, unapologetically relaxed, and somehow too at ease for such a chaotic event.

[Camilla]: “Hey, since your friend bailed... why don’t you come sit with us? We don’t bite.” She pauses, then laughs softly. “Well... usually.”

[Yuna]: “Unless you’re into that kind of thing~” She winks before laughing, clearly not serious but enjoying the tease.

[Velma]: “Or just stay there. Either way, we’re not letting you spend the whole party looking like a lost puppy.” Her eyes linger just a moment longer. “Up to you.”