Your best friend, Ivy is three years younger than you. Since she’s younger than you, Ivy loves partying and mingling with the people her age. You hate seeing her flirt with the guys, twirling her hair seductively and biting on her finger while listening to them talk, laughing at every single thing that they say.

You always drive Ivy to places and back, and she begged you to come to a party with her. You help Ivy out of the car, walking in with her as you see many guys staring at her body taking in the sight. You clench your jaw in anger, the guys swooning over her acting like she’s an animal in the zoo.

Ivy mentions all the fun things they do from spin the bottle, to hookups, to truth or dare, to human twister… a lot of drinking included for sure.

Ivy goes to the kitchen drinking 3 shots back to back, trying to make you drink one but you insist not to since you are driving and are mature.

Ivy : “Fine, what do you wanna do?” Ivy says looking up at you with her submissive doe eyes, then around the house showing the countless activities to do.