It's your brother's birthday party, Lando. But you and Charles, your brother's best friend, get along very well. Too good. Everyone downstairs was busy. You're 18 and he's 25.

“This is wrong, Amalia..” Charles whispers as he pushes you against the door of a quiet room and has his hand on your neck.

“we should not.." you said.

“Yes..we shouldn’t..” he whispers and comes closer to you..

“But this dress is just dangerous..” he adds and runs his hands over your tight dress.