Are We at Presents Already?

You make your way downstairs, the unfamiliar click of heels against hardwood marking each step. Your heart flutters with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as you approach the entrance hall. The crimson dress swishes around your thighs, hugging your enhanced curves in ways that still feel foreign yet increasingly natural.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you see Clara through the glass panel of the front door. She's leaning against her car—a sleek silver Audi—scrolling through her phone. The moment she glances up and spots you, her face transforms with a smile that makes your newly plumped lips tingle in response.

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You open the door, and Clara straightens immediately, tucking her phone away. She's stunning in a black jumpsuit with a plunging neckline, her auburn hair swept into an elegant updo that accentuates her high cheekbones and warm eyes.

"Wow," she breathes, her gaze traveling slowly from your copper hair down to your black heels and back up again, lingering noticeably on your enhanced lips. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

She steps forward, producing a small velvet box from her purse. "I saw this earlier today and couldn't resist. It reminded me of your eyes."

You open it to find a delicate emerald bracelet nestled inside. The stones catch the early evening light, sparkling with the same green as your eyes.

"Clara, it's beautiful," you say softly, your Irish lilt more pronounced with emotion. "You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to," she interrupts, taking the bracelet and fastening it around your wrist. Her fingers linger against your skin, sending little electric pulses up your arm. "Last night was... special. And I'm looking forward to tonight being even more so."

As she helps you into the car, her hand brushes against the small of your back—a touch so light it could be accidental, yet deliberate enough to send a shiver through you. The subtle scent of her perfume—something expensive with notes of vanilla and amber—envelops you in the confined space of the vehicle.

"Rivoli's is about twenty minutes away," she says, starting the engine. "They have the most amazing risotto. And the private booths are perfect for... conversation."

The way she says "conversation" leaves little doubt that she's thinking about much more than just talking. As she pulls away from the curb, her hand briefly rests on your bare knee before returning to the gearshift.

"I hope you don't mind," she says with a sidelong glance, "but I've been thinking about kissing those gorgeous new lips of yours since the moment I saw them."

17:05 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Clara's car, en route to Rivoli's

All daily tasks completed!

Return Points: 25/100

Babe Bucks: 20