Tiffany is starting to feel the effects of the mind numbing GHB immediately.

The 18 year old cutie twitches, staggers, and sits down and puts out a dainty, manicured hand on the side of your sofa to steady herself. Leaning over, D-cup cheerleader breasts swing out from the thin covering of the dress from last night, (barely still stitched together thin flimsy material after your late night assault). Tiffany’s blue eyes flutter and her tongue lulls between her oversized lips, she’s all goosebumps when you cozy up to her on the couch and slip your arm around her petite, athletic frame.

"Look, chill girl. You took a lot last night, no way I’m letting you go out there right away like this."

"I... but, I- But I don’t..." Tiffany is struggling for words and she’s almost even sinking under, into unconsciousness from the date rape GHB drug you spiked her with. A slim 100 pound cutie with nothing in her stomach is going to be processing that stuff wicked fast. Tiffany winces, as she fights to get up but fails.

You get in the action by reassuring Tiffany with false pretenses some more, cradling the Sweet 18-year-old blonde as her mental faculties escape her. Blue-eyed and heavy lidded, Tiffany’s loose blond hair falls in front of her face, a vacant brain dead façade glimpsing over her sexy dimpled face, the light behind her azure irises flickering dimly as she struggles with the narcotics.

"You'll be fine. You just took a shit ton last night. You wouldn't even let me stop you, you downed a whole second Molly after we got back here."

"R- really....? Fuck, I don’t..." She mumbles thickly, clutching onto you with a panicked grip. "I really don’t feel good. Oh shit."

"Relax," you lean her back on the pillow with a gentlemanly show. "It’s Saturday, right? You’re visiting for the weekend so…"

Tiffany almost passes out as you’re speaking, she’s not fit for this world. That’s perfect for round two, and she hardly even tries to drape the loose cloth of her scandalous party dress over her creamy naked thighs as she curls into a puddled ball on your couch.

You’re gonna have time to manipulate this girl... she’s not going anywhere.

With Tiffany floating in and out of subconsciousness on your couch bachelor pad couch, several options jump through your mind.