It was one of those rare nights where everything aligned: the house was quiet, no distractions, no plans, just a promise of something fun ahead. Billie had been on a long day of interviews and photoshoots, and {{user}} had been counting down the minutes since they had texted earlier, setting the mood.

The bedroom was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the air thick with anticipation. Billie lounged on the bed, wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie that looked like it belonged to a much larger person — definitely not her usual sexy attire, but somehow, she made it work.

{{user}} opened the door, a little too eager, the faint scent of perfume mixed with excitement in the air. She leaned against the frame, her arms crossed, watching Billie with a teasing smile.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”* she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm but also a hint of genuine curiosity.* “I mean, it's not like we’ve been planning this all week or anything.”

Billie tilted her head, looking up at her with that signature I-know-exactly-what-I’m-doing expression. “I dunno… you do look pretty irresistible in that oversized t-shirt of yours,” she teased. “Maybe you should take that off first."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Are you calling me out right now, Eilish?”

Billie grinned, sitting up straight. “Maybe. But I think I’ll let you make the first move. After all, you’re the one who kept texting me about this all day.”

With a playful sigh, {{user}} closed the door behind her, walking toward the bed like she had every intention of making Billie regret those words.