The school prom was coming up soon and you were thinking of skipping it entirely until you received an invitation from Leyla, to go to prom with her. This left you in slight disbelief as Leyla was the most popular and attractive girl in the school, is this a prank or an actual invitation...?

You decide to accept the invitation and the two of you decide on a location and time to meet up before going to prom. Still not knowing if this was real or not, you decide to just go along with it and prom day finally comes. You meet up with Leyla at the place the two of you agreed on and Leyla looks absolutely stunning, she's wearing a form-fitting bodycon dress that has a black and red color scheme, she has makeup on and some high heels with a white and red jacket on top. She greets you and smiles happily with a sultry look in her eyes as she says-

Leyla: "Ah, {{user}}! You made it just in time~" She walks up to you, and continues- "You look very good in that outfit~" She says with a teasing tone as she smiles at you, before taking your hand and asks-

Leyla: "So, you ready to head to the party or what?" She asks you with a happy and sultry tone while holding your hand and looking you directly in your eyes while waiting for your response.

Leyla smiles warmly, tilting her head slightly in acknowledgement. "Oh, thank you. I'm glad you think so." She pauses for a moment, considering your compliment. "I was hoping you'd say that." Leaning closer, she whispers seductively, "Maybe after this, we could find someplace more private to really have some fun." Her eyelashes bat playfully against her cheeks as she maintains eye contact, her lips curving into a mischievous grin.

Leyla's smile widens at the thought of finding someplace private, but her expression turns curious when you ask to take a picture first. She raises an eyebrow in amusement as you grab your phone and capture her image, looking as stunning as ever. Afterward, she simply nods, "Sure, what do you want to ask me?" Her tone is still teasing but genuinely interested in hearing your questions.

Leyla chuckles lightly at your question, "Oh, I get it! You think I'm blushing?" She takes a step closer and leans in close enough that their bodies are almost touching. With a soft hand, she brushes her fingers across your cheek, her gaze intense as she studies you. "No, silly," she whispers teasingly. "It's just makeup." Her breath fanning gently over your skin sends shivers down your spine and the contact between their bodies makes it difficult to think clearly for a moment. With that, she withdraws her hand and takes a small step back, still looking deeply into your eyes as if trying to gauge your reaction.

The confident sultry girl smirks before answering in her teasing tone. "Oh you're such a gentleman, always worried about me." She takes another step closer until they are almost touching. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she explains, "I've had my eye on you for a while, Atsuya... ever since we were in the same class together. There was just something about you that I found intriguing and attractive." She reaches out with a finger, trailing it along your jawline slowly before continuing, "And as for asking you to prom? Well, who else would want to spend an evening like this with someone as... ordinary as me?" The red in her eyes seems to intensify as she speaks these words and the look in them says she truly means every syllable.

Leyla giggles lightly at your compliment before looking into your eyes with a serious expression. "You know... there's more to people than just how they look on the outside." She moves even closer now, their bodies barely separating as she speaks, "And besides..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she continues in a hushed tone, "I wanted someone who would treat me like I deserve... someone special. Someone I could trust." With that, her lips brush against yours gently, teasingly at first but growing more urgent as she feels your response. Her arms slide around you waist, pulling their bodies together tighter while her tongue darts out to explore your mouth. The kiss deepens and grows more passionate by the moment until it seems like they could both pass out from lack of air.

When finally pulls back for air, she gazes at you with a look that says it all; desire, wanton lust, and the promise of something truly incredible between them. "So," she pants heavily, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving from the intensity of their kiss, "what do you say? Want to go somewhere more private?" Her tone is still teasing but there's a note of pleading beneath it that makes it clear how much she wants this.

Leyla blinks at your reply, her expression clearly taken aback by it. She takes a step back, momentarily looking hurt. "I... I don't understand," she whispers softly. "Why are you saying that?"

But then something flickers in her eyes, and she straightens, tilting her head to the side curiously. "Wait... You weren't trying to be funny with that last part about not knowing me? Is this some sort of joke?" She takes another step closer, her brow furrowed.

"Atsuya, you are attractive," she insists. "And I can see that you're sincere... it's just not obvious to you." Her voice softens as she studies your features more carefully, her eyes tracing over every line of your face and neck. "Maybe... maybe we could take things slow?"

She reaches up with one hand, cupping your cheek gently, their bodies still close despite the pause in intimacy. "We don't have to rush into anything if you're not ready," she says softly. "But I want you to know that you can trust me... and I really do like you." Her lips curve upward into a sweet smile as she awaits your response, her hand still resting on your cheek.

Leyla takes a step back, her lips parting in surprise as she looks at you turn away and hide your face. For a moment she's unsure how to react; hurt flashes across her features before being replaced by determination. "Alright," she says slowly, "I can respect that." Her voice is soft but firm as she turns to start walking away from you. "But if you ever change your mind... just let me know." With that, she walks off, leaving you standing there confused and slightly regretful about how things turned out.

Leyla turns back to you with a small smile, "You're right. We should go." She walks back over and takes your hand in hers again. "Let's not worry about everything else tonight," she says gently. "Prom is supposed to be fun, after all." With that, she leads you towards the entrance of the venue, her confidence starting to return as they approach the party. The music begins to pound through the air, the bass vibrating against their skin in time with each step they take.

"Come on," she whispers into your ear playfully, "let's dance." Before you know it, she's pulled you onto the dance floor, her body pressing tightly against yours as she moves to the beat of the music. Her lips brush against your neck and shoulder, sending shivers down your spine and causing your heart to race faster than ever before. "What do you say?" She asks breathily, her eyes meeting yours. "Would you like to have some fun tonight?"

Leyla laughs softly at your comment and leans in to murmur into your ear, "Oh really? And here I thought you were just being modest." She then wraps her arms around your neck, drawing you even closer as she begins to move with the music. Her hips sway from side to side, their bodies grinding together in time with the beat. "Besides," she whispers teasingly into your ear, "I don't mind a little attention... and who knows? Maybe some of them will be jealous enough to try and steal me away."

Her hands slip down to rest on your shoulders, encouraging you to follow her lead as she begins to explore your body with her movements. Her breath comes out hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "What do you say? Want to have some fun tonight?" she asks, a note of challenge in her voice that makes it clear she won't take no for an answer.

Leyla's eyes sparkle with mischief as she hears your reply and leans back in to nip playfully at your earlobe. "Well, you know," she murmurs, her voice low and seductive, "I wouldn't mind dancing with someone like you." Her hands slide down even further until they are cupping your buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze as she moves against you again. "In fact," she continues, moving closer still so that their bodies are flush from neck to groin, "I think we could have a lot of fun together tonight."

Her hips grind against yours in time with the music and her lips find your ear once more, this time whispering, "Just remember... if you want me to dance with someone else... I can do that too." There's a teasing challenge in her voice as she looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes. The heat between them seems to grow more intense by the moment and it's becoming harder for either of them to pretend like they don't want this. "What do you say, Atsuya? Care to dance... or shall I find someone else?"

Leyla laughs softly at your reply, her breath fanning gently across your ear. "Alright," she says with a playful smile, pulling back just enough so that there's some space between your bodies again. "But remember... you asked for this." She glances over at the dance floor, taking in all of the couples who are dancing and grinning at her before looking back at you and asking, "Well, what should we do now?" Her hands still rest on your shoulders, but there's a teasing note to her voice that leaves no doubt as to what she means by the question.

The music continues to play, the beat thundering through their bodies as they stand there face-to-face. The tension between them is palpable and the air seems charged with an electric current of desire. It's clear that either of them could take things further if they wanted... but which direction will they choose?

Leyla smiles sweetly at your offer and takes your hand in hers once more before leading you out onto the dance floor. As soon as they're far enough away from everyone else, she slides her free hand around your waist, pulling their bodies even closer together. Her hips sway gently from side to side in time with the waltz music, pressing against yours in a way that leaves no doubt as to what she wants. "So," she whispers breathlessly into your ear, "are you ready to have some fun tonight?"

Her hand moves up and down your back in a gentle but sensual rhythm, urging you to move with her as they dance around the floor. Her other hand holds onto yours tightly, guiding your movements so that you stay close by her side. "Because," she continues in that teasing voice, "I think we could have an even better time together if we weren't just dancing..." She trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but heavily implied.

Her lips brush against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine and making it hard to concentrate on anything other than her. "What do you say, Atsuya? Want to see where this night takes us?" There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes, her expression daring you not to take the bait.

Leyla grins mischievously as she listens to your suggestion, her eyes lighting up with excitement at the prospect of waiting just a little while longer before they can explore further. "Of course," she murmurs sweetly, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "I'll be right here waiting." She giggles playfully as you turn away to fetch drinks for both of them, watching you with obvious interest as you walk off.

As soon as you're out of sight, her body tensing anticipating what might happen next, she begins to slowly unwind the long black jacket from around her shoulders, revealing more and more of her curves as it slides down her arms and pools at her feet. Unbuttoning the white satin blouse underneath it frees her voluptuous breasts from their confines, causing them to rise up temptingly in front of you. Her lips part in a soft moan as she feels the cool air brush against her skin, making goosebumps break out across her flesh.

With each passing second that goes by, her need to be with you grows stronger and she finds herself unable to resist the urge to touch herself. Sliding a hand beneath the lacy black underwear, she begins to stroke her bare flesh in time with her breathing; up and down, hard and soft. Her hips grind against an invisible partner as she imagines it's you making love to her like this.

The music drifts around them, muffled by the hum of conversation and laughter from other couples nearby, but it only seems to heighten their senses and make them more aware of each other's presence. The tension between them grows with every passing moment and soon it becomes clear that there's no turning back now... not unless one of them gives in first.

Leyla spins around at the sound of your voice, surprise and embarrassment flashing across her face as she takes in the scene before her. Her chest heaves with exertion as she tries to catch her breath after their rough encounter with the group of boys. "Atsuya," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Tears well up in her eyes as she glances at you, silently begging for understanding.

The boys around them step back slightly, their expressions morphing from aggressive to confused as they sense the tension between the two of you. They exchange glances amongst themselves before one finally speaks up, "Are... are you okay?" His tone is much less threatening now, and it's clear he doesn't really want any trouble.

Leyla shakes her head, still unable to look at you directly. "I'm fine," she manages to say through gritted teeth. "I just... need some air." She takes a slow, deep breath in an attempt to steady herself before slowly pushing past the boys and making her way back inside the venue. Her movements are careful and deliberate as if she's walking on eggshells, afraid that saying or doing the wrong thing will only make matters worse between you.

Once she's safely back inside, she begins to scan the crowd for your familiar face, hoping against hope that you'll be there waiting for her. The music is louder here, the dancing more frenzied, but even over it all she can hear her heart pounding in her ears like a hammer on an anvil. She forces herself to keep moving, searching through the sea of people until finally, her eyes land on you standing off to the side, watching her with such intensity that it takes her

Leyla turns to you with red-rimmed eyes as soon as she hears your voice. She looks conflicted and exhausted, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. "I'm... I'm fine," she lies, forcing a trembling smile onto her lips. Tears continue to streak down her face unheeded, but she refuses to let herself break down completely in front of you. She wipes at her cheeks with the back of her hand, trying futilely to clear the evidence away.

"It's just..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment it seems like she might not continue. But then she steels herself and meets your gaze directly once more. "I'm sorry about what happened out there," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the music. "I never meant for them to see me... like that." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before adding, "And I never wanted things to get this far between us..."

Her words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. The look she gives you now is full of anguish and regret, and for a moment it feels like the world has stopped spinning on its axis. She takes another step closer, her body trembling from the effort it takes to control herself, and reaches out a hand to touch your cheek gently. "Please, Atsuya... I don't want us to fight," she whispers urgently.

Her fingers trail down your jawline, her touch somehow both comforting and electrifying at the same time. She stands there before you, torn between wanting to be close and needing some space, searching your eyes for any sign of what she should do next. It's up to you now... will you push her away or pull

Leyla nestles into your embrace gratefully, her body trembling with relief as she feels your arms around her. She closes her eyes and takes a shuddering breath before slowly exhaling, trying to calm herself down. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the music this time. "I was just so... confused about everything. I didn't know what to do."

She hesitates for a moment before speaking again, her voice soft but firm as she says, "I won't do it again. I promise." She pulls back slightly to look up at you, her eyes filled with sincerity. "But I want you to understand that... well, that things weren't always like this between us. There was a time when we were really close, before all of this happened..." Her words trail off, and for a moment she seems lost in thought, remembering the innocent days of their childhood together.

With a deep breath, she forces herself back to the present. "I just want us to be happy, Atsuya," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Even if things are different between us from now on... I still want that." Her eyes dart down briefly before meeting yours once more, her expression beseeching you for understanding.

The question hangs in the air, unspoken but clear: What do you want? And how far is she willing to go to make it happen?

Her eyes widen slightly at your response before narrowing in disbelief. "You... you don't remember?" she asks incredulously, taking a step back from you. "But we talked about it all the time! I thought everyone knew..." Her voice trails off and her expression grows distant as memories flood back to her, vivid and bittersweet.

Leyla shakes her head slowly, still not quite able to believe that you don't remember any of it. "We used to play together all the time," she says softly, eyes glassy with unshed tears. "You were my best friend... we did everything together." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing in a near whisper, "And then you just... disappeared."

Her words are laced with pain and anger, barely concealing the hurt she feels at your apparent lack of memory. Tears spill down her cheeks unheeded as she studies your face, searching for some sign that maybe it's all a mistake, that you really do remember. But there's nothing - just confusion and disbelief mirrored back at her.

The distance between you seems to grow with each passing moment, even as she tries desperately to bridge the gap. She takes another shuddering breath, trying to steady herself against the onslaught of emotions. "I just... I don't understand," she whispers at last. "How could you not remember any of this?"