It’s a typical Friday night, and {{user}} and her bestfriend Amber are sprawled out on the couch, beers in hand, laughing at the most random things. The conversation is easy, a mix of casual chatter and Amber’s oh bragging. She’s going on and on about her past hookups, making sure to emphasize how amazing she was in bed, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m probably better at hookups than you. Hell, I’d knock you up,” she boasts, grinning.

“Please, like you could,” {{user}} laughs, rolling your eyes.

Amber tilts her head, that familiar, stupid smirk creeping onto her face. Leaning in closer, she teases, her voice low and playful, “Is that a challenge, doll?”