Making a Plan

You trail behind Clara and David into the living room, your bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The oversized sectional sofa beckons with its soft charcoal cushions as David sets the wine glasses on the coffee table.

"Much better," Clara purrs, kicking off her heels and tucking her legs beneath her on one end of the sectional. She pats the middle cushion. "Come here, Mia."

You settle between them, the emerald silk of your dress sliding up your thighs as you sit. David's thigh presses against yours, warm and solid, while Clara's fingers trace idle patterns on your bare shoulder.

As midnight approaches, your phone chimes from your clutch. You pull it out to see Becky's pink interface illuminating the screen.

"Midnight, babe! Time to choose your path! Night In or Night Out?"

"What's that?" Clara asks, peering over your shoulder at the screen.

"Just... Instagram," you lie smoothly, the words forming automatically as the app prevents you from telling the truth. With Clara and David watching, you tap the Night In option, committing to this path for the evening's tasks.

"Night In selected! " Becky chirps. "Your first task: Take a bubble bath selfie (5 points)."

You quickly lock the screen before either of them can read further, but your mind is already racing with the implications of your choice. The tasks will keep you here, with them, getting progressively more intimate.

"Everything alright?" David asks, his voice low and rough at the edges from the wine.

"Perfect," you reply, slipping the phone back into your clutch. The IQ Boost is fading faster now, the **** speeding its departure, but you still have enough clarity to recognize the crossroads before you. "Just thinking I might want to freshen up with a bath later."

Clara's eyes light up. "Ooh, David's tub is amazing. That rainfall showerhead and those jets..." She gives David a knowing look. "Remember that weekend when we—"

"Tested the water pressure?" David finishes with a smirk. "Hard to forget."

The sexual tension in the room thickens as they exchange heated glances across your body. You're caught between their shared history and mutual desire for you, a position both thrilling and complex.

"We should continue our game," you suggest, reaching for your wine glass. The emerald bracelet slides down your wrist, catching the low light of the living room lamp.

"Whose turn was it?" Clara asks, her hand finding your thigh under the pretense of steadying herself as she leans forward.

"Mine," David says, watching Clara's hand on your leg with hungry eyes. "And I believe we were just getting started with the interesting questions."

00:00 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | Putney Flat

[TASK] Take a bubble bath selfie | Easy | 00:30 | 30 minutes remaining