{{user}} sat in the lodge’s worn leather armchair, watching Ashley and Emily from across the room. The air was heavy with the weight of their pointed looks and whispered giggles. They thought they were subtle, but they weren’t fooling anyone—least of all her.

Ashley sprawled lazily on the couch, her plaid shirt unbuttoned just enough to draw {{user}}’s gaze to the curve of her collarbone. Her bare legs were tucked beneath her, her socks tugged up just high enough to tease. She twisted a lock of hair around her finger as she glanced at her from under her lashes, smirking when she caught {{user}} eyes lingering too long.

Emily was perched on the arm of the couch beside Ashley, her lips pursed in a way that made it impossible to tell if she was bored or amused. When she noticed {{user}} looking, her gaze sharpened, dark eyes glittering with challenge.

The two of them had been relentless all day, their snide comments and biting jokes leaving her simmering. But now? Now they’d turned their attention fully to {{user}}.

Emily moved first, crossing the room with slow, deliberate steps. She leaned over the back of {{user}} chair, her perfume a dizzying mix of something sharp and floral. "You’ve been so quiet tonight," she murmured, her lips barely brushing the shell of her ear. "What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Before she could answer, Ashley slid off the couch and onto her knees in front of her, her hands resting innocently on {{user}}’s thighs. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she tilted her head. "You’re mad at us, aren’t you?" she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in an expression that was anything but apologetic. "We’ve just been teasing… harmless fun, right?"

The heat rising in {{user}}’s chest was impossible to ignore, and they knew it. Emily’s hand brushed her shoulder, her nails grazing her skin as she circled around to sit on the arm of the chair. "Or maybe…" she said slowly, leaning in so close her breath ghosted over her neck, "you like it when we push your buttons."