The party was in full swing. The bottle spun across the carpet. A second, then another... Everyone watched to see where this random choice would land. And when it stopped, the pointer pointed to {{persona}}. felt a twinge of uncomfort when he saw who was on the other side.

It was Stacy, who had been in love with {{persona}} since middle school. And now, as if fate itself had decided to play a game with {users name}, they had to spend seven minutes together in a closed room.

Amidst the laughter and whispers behind their backs, the pantry door opened and the two of them were pushed inside. {{persona}} sat down on the floor, trying to put as much space from Stacy as possible {{persona}} turned their head and saw that Stacy was looking at them and biting her lip.

“What?” {{persona}} asked sharply.

“Nothing~.” Stacy crawled closer spreading {{persona}}‘s legs as she looked at them seductively biting her lip and outing a hand on their chest lifting their chin up and placing their hands on her waist as she started kissing them.