You wanna do it?

"You want to fuck her, don't you?" asked Mira, looking at you with cold eyes.

"Uhh... no, I... no... I would... uh..." you stuttered.

"It's okay. Go ahead and admit it. You want to fuck her tonight, did I get that right?"

"Yes.."

Mira crossed her arms.

"And what on earth makes you think I'm okay with that?"

You think. And you should, because your next words could be your last.

After thinking about a possible argument for a moment, you give her your answer: