No

"No, I didn’t. Professionals have standards, after all," Eden said with a chuckle, punctuating it with a playful salute.

"Right... uh, come upstairs. I’ll let you read the email, and I’ll fill you in on the details." Seth led her up the stairs, gesturing toward the chair at his desk while he perched awkwardly on the edge of his bed.

Eden plopped into the chair, leaning back as she crossed her arms. "Alright, what the hell is this about? Who’s the email from?"

Seth exhaled, scratching the back of his neck. "It’s from someone claiming to be part of the House of Desires. Apparently, me and four of my friends were involved in... something there last Thursday."

"Wait, hold up. What’s the House of Desires?" Eden asked, swiveling the chair to face him fully. Seth shifted, trying to hide the growing tightness in his jeans.

"Well, we were out for a walk and came across this... mysterious house. They invited us inside, said it’d be a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

Eden raised a brow, skeptical. "Sounds like a timeshare scam. I hate those. Creepy salesmen with their ‘exclusive invites’ and—"

"It wasn’t a timeshare," Seth cut in, shaking his head. "It was... something else."

"Something else like what?" Eden pressed, her curiosity piquing.

Seth took a breath. "It’s called the House of Desires. A man led us to a bedroom and said we’d been breathing in some kind of gas. It was supposed to... open our minds to him and make us reveal our deepest desires. That’s when things got really weird."

Eden snorted. "So let me get this straight. You all got high, spilled your secrets, and what—got embarrassed? Sounds harmless to me."

Seth swallowed hard, shaking his head. "We didn’t just talk about our desires... we acted on them. With his help. And others."

Her eyes widened. "Wait, you acted on them? You’re serious?"

"Yeah," Seth admitted sheepishly. "It was... intense."

Eden blinked, processing his words before curiosity got the better of her. "Okay, hold up. What were everyone’s desires? You’re starting to freak me out a little here."

Seth squirmed, his gaze darting to the floor as his cheeks turned crimson. "Morgan’s desire was... to be bred."

Eden froze. "Bred?" she echoed, her tone somewhere between disbelief and fascination. "And… with who?"

"Some guy. He came out of a dark room, didn’t say a word, just... did it. And when he was done, he left."

"Jesus." Eden sat back, blinking. "That’s... unexpected."

"Yeah," Seth agreed quietly. "And then after that, Chloe’s desire was revealed."

Eden waved a dismissive hand. "Wait, wait—I don’t care about their desires. What was yours?"

Seth’s face flushed even deeper as he looked anywhere but at her.

Eden grinned slyly. "You’re blushing, Seth. It can’t be that bad."