Actually... (Text Ivy)

You *really* wanted to listen to your appetite and libido, but couldn't shake the sense that something was off about the way Karl was acting. You quickly got up from the table and thought furiously, your somewhat sex-addled brain struggling to come up with an excuse.

"Karl, I've got to use the... uhh, little girls' room, you know?" Inwardly you cringed. *little girls' room? Where had that come from?*

Karl looked surprised, but smiled understandingly after a moment. "No problem, it's just up the stairs. Don't take too long though," he added with a flirtatious wink, "or I might head off to bed without you."

You felt a familiar and delicious heat at the look in his eyes, but turned from the intoxicating sight of dessert before heading up the stairs. You had a few minutes, surely. He wouldn't go to bed without fucking you, would he?

At the top of the stairs you found four doors, one of which was partially ajar and revealed a tastefully decorated bathroom. You were already texting as you locked the door and sat down. Now that you had a moment to yourself, you realized that your evening, your behaviour... Everything was strange. Lots of fun... but strange.

{Ivy What's wrong? This is Stefi.}

You bit your lip and waited for a reply, but didn't have to wait long.

{Stefi! Not sure how to say this. You're either a total slut, or my dad is drugging you. I can tell you more, but we'd need to talk about it. Can you get away from my dad?}

You considered her text before typing a reply.