In Maisie's bedroom

"Now that he's gone," Broden muses, "why don't we move this somewhere more comfortable? Like the bedroom?"

Maisie clicks her fingers at him. "Great idea, Bro! But not in your room. It probably smells already."

"I have indeed farted in it," Broden admits candidly.

"Aww, gross!" Maisie wrinkles her nose. "Alright, let's use my room then."

Maisie's room is not quite the feminine room you expected. The second thing you notice is the abundance of posters themed around gladiator combat.

The first thing you notice is the mace hanging from the coat hook.

Following your gaze, Maisie giggles. "Broden and I are both in the blunt-weapons martial-arts club. He uses a sledgehammer."

"It's true," Broden says, stepping into the room through a hole in the wall connected to his own bedroom.

Maisie leads you over to the bed and pushes you onto it playfully. She then crawls onto it after you, pushing you onto your back and hovering over you on all fours. You gulp, your blush returning as you gaze into her eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" she asks.