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.

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.

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?
