Let Skylar seduce you.

Skylar grabs you by the hand and guides you through a group of minor celebrities who are talking to each other. You're pretty sure you recognize one of them from some Amazon Prime Video show you were watching right before the world ended.

She opens a small, unassuming door located at the left side (from your perspective) of the big fancy room. Must be an emergency exit. She leads you down some stairs to a basement-type area. You take some twists and turns (all the while taking in the full bodily and mental sensation of holding hands with your biggest celebrity crush) until you two finally arrive at a sidewalk, where a limo is parked. Her driver, a middle-aged gentleman who is built like a brick shithouse, is waiting in front of it.

"Ah, there you are Skylar," the man says in a Slavic accent. He looks at you with a little suspicion. "Got some company?"

"Yes, Bogdan, this is... I call him Parrot Guy," she says, snorting with laughter. You'd almost forgotten Grace the parrot is still sitting on your shoulder, although she's playing mute for now. "I don't know why I find that so amusing," Skylar continues, "but I do. I swear I'm not drunk or high."

"Maybe, you're just high on... life?" you say. She bursts into gutbusting laughter. Maybe a bit much for such a throwaway joke, but you don't mind. Meanwhile, Bogdan looks at you with stone cold Balkan eyes. Is he impervious to your powers?

As he keeps looking you in the eye, his gaze turns blank for a few seconds. Then, he erupts into a big, goofy smile. "Can you believe this guy?" He gives you a big, powerful hug. "Nothing make me happier than to see someone brightening our Skylar's day! She deal with pressure every day, from all sides, prying eyes everywhere around her. Now let's dash before paparazzi come out of woodwork or bush!"

Skylar loses it again at 'bush'. You do wonder if she is always like that, whether she is tipsy, or if she keeps laughing like that because it turns you on. In any case, she grabs you by the hand again to lead you inside the limo.

The interior is furnished with comfy seating with fluffy seat covers, as well as pink and violet neon lights. Before Bogdan closes the door on you two, Grace the parrot jumps on his shoulder, making the three of you laugh.

"He likes you, Bogdan," Skylar says.

"The parrot's a she," you say.

"Ah well. Never driven around with parrot on shoulder," says the jovial Slavic man. "First time for everything."

Grace repeats "everything" and the three of you laugh again as Bogdan closes the door on you and Skylar.

Skylar is looking at you like you're a tasty treat. She kicks off her heels, revealing her bare feet and pulls out a bottle of champaign from some hidden compartment.

"Want some?" she says, still fixating her gaze on you.

Before you can answer, she opens the bottle. It overflows, spilling some on her dress.

"Oops," she says. "Really making a mess here."

She puts the champaign bottle to her lips and takes a sip from it directly. She licks the entrance of the bottle, all while looking you straight in the eye.

"Want some?" she says, and she passes the bottle she just made out with to you. Welp, she really is filthy, isn't she? But then, this is probay what you want her to be, as your pants are about to burst.

You also take a sip of the champaign and pass it back to her. She puts the cork on it and stashes it away in the secret compartment. Then she fixates her gaze on you again.

"I'm hot," she says. You blink a few times.

"I know."

"No silly, I mean... the temperature is too high. Plus, I got champaign all over this dress." She slowly removes one strap of her tight red dress from her shoulder. Then the other one. Then she turns her back to you.

"Please help me unzip, baby." You try to refrain yourself from attacking the zipper like a madman. Gotta enjoy and savor this. You slowly lower the zipper and after that, help her to remove the 'cumbersome' dress.

As she turns to you, your mind explodes. This is it. The Holy Grail. Grace hadn't been lying about Skylar's 'tatas'. They were your platonic ideal for what a pair of boobs should be shaped like. You've been dreaming of this since you were a teenager.

"Is this what you want?" Skylar says in her deliciously husky voice. "I don't know what it is with you, Parrot Man, but some primal part of me wants to give you everything you want." She leans into you, her lips parted, and you kiss.

You had never imagined your first kiss to be with your unattainable celebrity crush, but here you were. You taste her soft, wet lips and tongue, savoring every second of the experience.

Skylar gently grabs your free hand and places it on her breast. You squeeze it and play with it, using your thumb to carress her nipple. You remember the sex advice you read online and you slowly plant kisses along her neckline, while you use your other hand to gently caress her behind her ear.

"Oh God," she moans. "What am I doing?" You stop for a moment and look her in the eyes. She gives you a needy look. "Why did you stop? I don't want you to stop?" You kiss her passionately on the mouth for a second time, then you say: "I won't stop, but I'm getting hot too. These clothes have outlived their purpose."

She laughs as you remove your... graphic tee and cargo shorts? Is that really what you were wearing at the party just now? Perhaps those were the clothes you wore on the day you died. Must've been a lazy day. In any case, you're better of without them, especially in the presence of a half-naked Skylar Jennison who is putty in your hands.