Truth.

You pick truth, still being a little nervous at what dare could entail.

"Truth, huh? Copy cat! Just kidding. Let me think... Hm," she trails off. Eventually, she sits up from being wedged into the corner of the sofa, perking up. "About Troy."

Though he may have been mentioned before, here's a recap! Troy is a tall, broad, fit young man with lengthy black hair who you always had a crush on, though you never told him. Between him, Roger, and Alison, you don't really consider many others to be your friends. The four of you have been close for quite a long time.

"Do you ever think about him when you play with yourself?" she asks with a smirk. "You can choose not to answer, but then the punishment happens."

After a moment, you slowly nod. You definitely have, more than once.

"Ooh~! Don't worry. I won't tell him. It must be really fun hanging out together, hm? Knowing the things you've felt with his image in your mind."

You shake off her teasing, because it's your turn to ask her. You do.

"Alright, alright. I choose dare this time."