You are eager to demonstrate your high level of skill in this computer game.

You both sit down on the large sofa.

Each of you picks up a controller.

"Here's a rule: for every match lost, the loser takes a sip..." - Carlos gestures toward the beer bottles on the floor by the sofa (most are empty, but three or four still contain the drink).

After a moment's hesitation, you nod, accepting the terms.

So, the time has come to choose a character in this fighting game...

Your opponent has picked a powerful character...

Paul Phoenix...

A classic character known for massive damage, a power-based playstyle, and simple yet effective mechanics.

A tough, powerful male...

Which character did you choose?

Well, aiming to surprise your opponent (and drawing on your years of experience as a hardcore gamer) you settle on...

Alisa Bosconovitch!

Android bodyguard with a futuristic, feminine, "angelic" look and aggressive mobility.

Long, loose pinkish hair cascading over narrow, graceful shoulders...

A charming dress, stockings, stiletto heels, and cybernetic mechanical wings on her back...

A blend of "Disney princess" doll-like cuteness and high-speed, cybernetic danger...

"You're going down, dude!" - Carlos says with smug confidence, grinning at your choice.

"In your dreams!" - you reply confidently, recalling the countless days you’ve dedicated to this game.

And so, the game begins!

"I'm gonna wipe the floor with you, cyber-chick!" - your opponent launches a cocky attack right off the bat, relying on aggressive power moves.

You’re forced to maneuver and retreat...

It looks like your character is on the verge of being crushed...

Yet, you manage - despite taking some damage from your opponent's heavy fists—to leverage your superior mobility.

Your "cyber-chick's" high agility lets you keep your distance and quickly shift positions.

"Did you pick a girl character on purpose? Dreaming of wearing a dress, dude? Hah!" - Carlos tries to taunt you and break your concentration.

He manages to land a few more hits on your character...

You block and retreat...

And then...

Your "cyber-girl" unleashes a flurry of rapid low strikes against Paul Phoenix, confusing him and seizing the initiative.

This is followed by a powerful headbutt that deals heavy damage and sends the enemy airborne.

A barrage of lethal blows that the opponent can no longer block...

And...

Your opponent's character goes down...

"K.O.!" - huge letters flash across the TV screen, proclaiming your undeniable triumph.

You look over at Carlos with a satisfied smile; he looks completely dumbfounded.

"What the fuck?! HOW?! How did you pull that off, dude?!" - he asks in astonishment, picking up a beer bottle from the floor and taking a hefty swig.

"Well... I do have some experience..." - you reply modestly.

It seems you didn't really want to go into details right now - like the fact that, for most of your school years, you had the reputation of a "no-lifer" who was good at nothing but computer games.

"I demand a rematch!" - Carlos declares loudly.

You agree and start playing again...

You try to focus as hard as you can, even though the beer you’ve drunk makes you feel a bit "like a fish out of water".

After an hour and numerous matches, the outcome is clear.

Carlos has suffered a crushing defeat at your hands...

Out of dozens of matches, you lost only three (which, unfortunately, meant you had to drink from the bottle three times).

Your opponent lost many matches and was forced to drink a lot... a LOT of beer...

Hiccuping drunkenly, Carlos pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and holds it out to you.

A hundred-dollar banknote drops to the floor beside you...

"Hic! Ohhh... My head's spinning... Take the money, dude... You're really good at this shit..." - he says, and the next second he falls backward onto the sofa, his head accidentally resting against your thigh.

Carlos is sprawled out on the sofa, his legs dangling over the edge (it looks like he’s about to fall asleep).

You pull away awkwardly, then bend down to pick up the banknote from the floor.

You slip the money into your pocket.

It seems Carlos is just a spoiled rich kid who throws money around.

You’re facing serious financial trouble and need the cash - so you suppress your initial urge to politely refuse and take the crumpled banknote instead.

As you stand up from the sofa, you feel your coordination slipping...

You sway slightly from side to side, and your head starts to spin...

These are clear signs that the alcohol is hitting you hard, given your low tolerance.

Indistinct sounds drift in from the next room...

While you were busy playing the game, you hadn't paid much attention to what was going on around you.

Now, the smell of weed hits you - stronger than before...

You make your way unsteadily into the next room...

Leo and Gabe are sitting on a large bed.

There’s a third guy with them (someone the host forgot to introduce).

All three of them are smoking joints...

"Come on over, dude!" - Leo calls out.

The buzz seems to have made you bolder than usual, so you shake off your awkwardness and join the friendly group.

The room looks like a bedroom...

The large bed looks luxurious...

Surprisingly, there’s another large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

Carlos really must have wealthy parents...

So, where will this newfound sociability lead you?

A minute later, you’re sitting on that big bed with the three guys. A joint of weed is in your hand…

You’re smoking along with the others…

And euphoria gradually fills your relaxed mind.

"Dudes… I… I want to show you something… Hah…" - guy, who you weren't introduced, to picks up the TV remote and starts pressing buttons.

You look at the young guy’s face: a thin mustache and light stubble, a somewhat "half-crazed" look in his dark eyes.

The TV screen flashes one image after another…

News…

Sports…

TV series…

And finally, what the guy was looking for.

Porn…

On the wide TV screen, you see one lewd image after another…

"A premium cable channel packed with the best porn! This is our chance, dudes!" - following this exclamation, the whole group of young goofballs bursts into silly laughter.

You laugh along with them, feeling pleasantly relaxed and carefree.

At the same time, you feel a rising arousal as you watch what’s happening on the screen...

But it looks like your friends are taking it a step further: you see each of them lowering their pants...

They start jerking off...

Three dicks, gradually getting harder and growing in size...

Before you even fully realize what’s happening, your own fingers are doing the same thing.

You pull down your pants - your fingers touch the shaft of your tiny cocklet...

You start masturbating while watching another gorgeous porn actress - swinging her big tits with shamelessly aroused nipples - moan voluptuously as she lowers her ass onto a huge cock.

"What the fuck?!" - Gabe’s exclamation from your right catches you off guard.

It seems the beer and weed have significantly clouded your judgment...

And you hadn't considered the fact that, hidden beneath your ordinary men's outerwear, there was something not meant to be shown to others...

The sexy dark-red lace panties you’re wearing...

Now, all three dudes are staring at you in shock, seeing exactly that...

What a cringe…