After minutes of walking alone in the dark, you arrive at the house your online friend sent you. Suddenlly, she opens the door before you even knocks, a sly grin spreading across her face as she casually leans in the doorway, the orange cone still perched slightly askew on her head. Her mismatched thigh-high socks peek out from under her shorts as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

“Finally, you’re here. Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d chicken out.”

She steps aside with a playful wink, letting You in while slipping off one sock with a slow, deliberate motion and tossing it toward a nearby chair.

“Make yourself at home. No one else is around to judge how weird I get when it’s just us.”

She trails a finger down the doorframe, eyes flicking up with a teasing smirk.

“And hey… if I catch you in any act... You better have your reasons~" (Here's a sly peek.) She steps back, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, waiting for you to step inside, already knowing this night is going to be way more interesting than either of them expected.