Yep, all good

Irena follows you into your room, closing the door behind her. Like most fraternity bedrooms, yours is in state of genteel squalor, with movie posters (Animal House, From Dusk Till Dawn, Die Hard) on the walls. Irena plops herself on your unmade bed and busies herself with taking off her heels.

You duck into the attached bathroom, toss your vodka-soaked shirt in the hamper, and run a damp washcloth over your chest, so you’re not all sticky from the vodka. After drying yourself off, you walk back into your room. “So what do you-“ you can’t even finish your thought.

Irena is still sitting on your bed, except now all that she’s wearing is her black lace choker.

“I took off my heels…and a few other things…” She said, with a devilish smile.

You just stand there sputtering, trying to form a coherent thought.

“Awww, did I break you?” Irena coos. “Come here”