Roped into a game of spin the bottle at a raging high school party, fate speaks as the bottle eventually to a halt, pointing directly at {{user}} and Heather.

You and Heather find yourselves locked inside the cramped, dim closet, the scent of desire and anticipation filling the air. Both of you stand there for a moment, not making eye contact.

All of a sudden, Heather snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, as you feel a pair of soft lips press onto yours.

"So pretty~"