Explain that you have no idea

"Look, I have no clue," I say, my voice steady despite the knot in my gut. "It just... showed up on my screen this morning. No download, no nothing. I opened it thinking it was spam or some glitch, and bam. Welcome message about mind control bullshit. Like, reshaping desires? It's probably a prank app or malware, but it's scanning people. Detected Sarah out there, and now... you."

She snatches the phone from my hand, her small fingers brushing mine as she scrolls through the interface, eyes narrowing in that mix of curiosity and suspicion she wears so well. The screen's purple glow reflects in her blue irises, casting faint shadows across her freckled cheeks. She tilts the device, peering at the dual overlays: Sarah's profile fading slightly as the camera focuses more on the room now, Emma's stats pulsing brighter. Proximity Alert: Emma. Libido: High. Resistance: Moderate. Family Bond Amplified. Commands May Deepen Ties.

"Holy crap, it's got my stats? Like a dating profile from hell?" She laughs, but it's ****, edged with unease as she taps the input field experimentally. Her cutoff shorts shift as she crosses her legs on the bed, the hem riding higher on her thigh. She glances up at me, handing the phone back with a raised eyebrow. "This is fucked up, bro. Mindweave? Sounds like those weird VR porn sims you've been hiding. You gonna command me to make you breakfast or what?"

Outside, Sarah's footsteps echo faintly down the hall, her door clicking shut, leaving the moment hanging heavier between us. The app hums in my palm, insistent, as if daring me to type something, anything, into that glowing void. Emma watches me expectantly, her smirk softening into something almost ****, like she's testing if I'll crack first.