Explore the main house

You decide to explore the main house, perhaps go back to the bar. Deciding on this you hear a gasp to your right and you see two girls. You recognize them. Whatever the case, they both wear short skirts under which you can see hose suspended by garter belts and a very generous amount of cleavage. One of them is covering her mouth while looking at you, the other one just gapes at you before they both quickly pretend not to be doing just that, averting their eyes.

You recognize them! The girls from your hall, when you first went to your room!

“Hey, there,” You say, friendly.

“Hi,” both say, nervously. What the hell? They are level seven just like you. Why nervous?

“Roger,” you begin, but the blonde on the left cuts you off.

“Lemme guess! A level four?”

“Huh? Ah! Hmm. That’s a good guess, but no. I suppose you are venturing off the fifth floor for the first time.” You realize they don't recognize you.

You want to say you are having an easy conversation, but that would be a lie. At least you know their names: Sasha and Annalize. There was something off and you can’t discover what it is. You keep on making small talk and both eagerly respond to your questions.

The left one Sasha is wearing a schoolgirl outfit, which looks positively obscene on her hot body. Her elegant blond hair is now in pigtails. You would expect her to smack a piece of bubble gum brattily any second now. Her face is lightly done up with makeup. A tight white blouse is tied up in front, barely containing her full, ripe breasts, which are bursting to escape. Her hard nipples are apparent, and a small school tie disappears into her cleavage. Her flat belly is left exposed, leading to her small, pleaded skirt, which goes a fraction below her crotch, barely covering her. She is wearing white stockings, which cling to her firm mature legs. She wars shiny black heels, completing the package.

Moving on to Annalize. She looks slightly younger, despite her not wearing a schoolgirl outfit. Annalize is well aware of her physical appeal and likes to play up her Barbie doll looks. She wears her long blonde hair in a ponytail with a few strands framing her slightly rounded, pale face and piercing blue eyes. She is wearing a tight pink yoga long sleeve shirt that covers her perfectly tan toned arms. However, there is now way to avoid being greeted by a pair of tits that are trying to pop out and are a sight to behold. They look exceedingly dense; full, firm and jut perkily out from the girl's chest. Moving further to her skirt and legs, you are met by a flat stomach and an undoubtedly tight ass. It is covered but it looks like you can bounce a nickel off it...

You are momentarily distracted, recognizing the guy from the plane sitting accross the aisle next to Amber. He walks by and sees you with the two girls. They don’t notice him, but he moves his thumb to your right, as if saying, “choose that girl”. You don’t have your hopes that high, you aren’t actually sure how to separate the two and choose who to fight.

But there is sexual tension. That’s what you figure as you reflect on Ben's thumb motion, only to make himself scarce a second later. The way they talk to you include leaning forward, touching your arms or chest, they bat their lashes when looking at you…you have another close look at them.

“He’s not on the Gold list, but he’s still on a list,” Sasha says.

“No way,” Annalize looks at her friend.

“But you just said–”

“Got any better chances?”

You are lost on their conversation.

“Annalize?” You venture.

“Yeah?”

“What are you talking about?” You ask the more **** girl, she’ll probably fill you in to avoid agreeing with her friend, in case she thinks you’ll share her opinion.

“Ah, a… bet of sorts. More like a dare.”