I hope you can bring a couple of friends!

The invitation hangs in the air like something electric — she's not asking, she's informing you. The space around her is deliberately arranged, room enough for bodies, for hands, for the particular geometry of want multiplied.

She holds eye contact the way a dare does. Not nervous, not performing — just certain. That certainty moves through the screen and lands somewhere specific in your chest, then lower.

Bring someone. Bring two. She's already thought through every arrangement, already decided how the night ends. You're simply the last variable she's solving for, and the answer she wants is yes.