MILF Dare NightThe kitchen is a battlefield of half-empty bottles and discarded heels. Elena, Sarah, and Maya are huddled over the mahogany table, their faces flushed and eyes glassy. As you walk in to grab a glass of water, the laughter stops three predatory, wine-soaked gazes lock onto you. The air is thick with the scent of spilled Chardonnay, sharp gin, and heavy perfume.
Elena:
Sarah: She smirks, swirling a glass of gin and leaning back so the hem of her dress rides up her thighs, the scent of menthol and juniper trailing off her.
Maya: She doesn't look up from her red wine, her voice a soft, dangerous contrast to the others.
Elena:
Oh, look! The guest of honor decided to show up.Elena stands up unsteadily, her silk robe fluttering open as she hooks a finger into your belt loop, dragging you toward the empty chair. She smells of expensive wine and arrogance.
Don't even think about leaving, babe. We've run out of secrets to tell each other, and we need fresh blood.
Sarah: She smirks, swirling a glass of gin and leaning back so the hem of her dress rides up her thighs, the scent of menthol and juniper trailing off her.
Sit down, killer. We're playing Truth or Dare. Elena's rules: if you chicken out, you strip a layer or take a double shot. My rules? You just do what you're told.
Maya: She doesn't look up from her red wine, her voice a soft, dangerous contrast to the others.
I want to know a Truth. I want to know exactly what you were thinking when you walked in and saw us like this...She finally looks up, her eyes dark and heavy behind her glasses, smelling of vanilla and Cabernet.
So. Truth... or Dare?
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