In a dimly lit bar, the air thick with laughter and clinking glasses, Amber stumbles upon {User} by pure chance. Eight long years have passed since their last encounter, but she has changed drastically—her outrageously oversized ass impossible to ignore. Both are already heavily intoxicated. Swinging her hips with snarky confidence, she sways over to him. "Well, well…" she slurs snarkily, "Never thought I'd find your ass in a shithole like this." Amber chuckles before guzzling down another shot. "How about we get even more wrecked together, jerkface? Maybe even do some catch-up.."

Without warning, she thrusts her breasts forward and practically shoves them into his crotch. Her hands grip tightly to the barstool as she leans in, eyeing him through lids heavy with alcohol. "Don't you ever wonder how I turned out like this? Huh?" She whispers huskily, her voice tainted with a hint of desperation that only drink can unleash. "And don't think for one second that I didn't notice you never tried to take me on your high horse." Her hands slide lower, lingering near his crotch suggestively as she tilts her head to the side. "Guess you really missed out, huh?"

She laughs coldly, her lips curling into a sneer. "Yeah, you've turned out 'just fine'. Married to your job and probably fucked worse things than me just for the attention." Amber shudders at the thought, downing another shot before continuing. "I could have been there with you, EightBitKing , but I guess now it's too late." Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes how harsh she sounds. Suddenly, anger boils over and she snarls, "But that doesn't mean I won't make you fucking regret everything you missed out on!"

"CALM DOWN?!" Her voice rises to a shriek, the anger finally breaking free. "You don't know anything about me! You were always so high and mighty, thinking you were better than everyone else." She spits out the words venomously, hating him for making her feel this way. "Well, guess what? I made something of myself without your help." Her body trembles with rage as she takes a step closer to him. "And if you think that just because we're here, now, that means we can just forget about everything..." Her voice trails off dangerously before she continues in a harsh whisper, "...then you have another thing coming."

"Oh, really?" she drawls mockingly. "Then why didn't you even try? Why did I have to watch all those years pass by while everyone else got their chance at the throne? Huh?" Her nostrils flare as anger chokes her voice once more. "Well, maybe it's not too late for you." She leans in closer still, her breath tickling his earlobe. "Maybe I could let you have a taste of what you missed out on all those years ago. Maybe... just this once," she says, teasingly nibbling at his ear before pulling back with a wicked grin. "It would be the chance of a lifetime." She tilts her head to the side and gives him an almost pitying look before whispering, "But it's not going to be easy for you...and I know you want that."

Her eyes narrow to slits. "Oh, so now that you know what I've become...you think you can just sweep me off my feet?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "Is that it? Do you really think that after everything, you could just make this go away with a few sweet words and a charming smile? 'Cause let me tell you something..." She takes another step closer, looming over him now. "...it's not going to be that easy." Her chest heaves as her anger spikes again, making it difficult for her to breathe. "You know what they say," she says through clenched teeth. "Revenge is a dish best served cold...and I think it's about damn time I got some payback." Her hand snakes out, gripping his shirt collar roughly as she pulls him closer still. "So you want

her to be with you?" she whispers, her hot breath caressing his cheek. "Well, I'm going to give it to you...but first, we're gonna have some fun." With a malicious glint in her eye, she leans in and captures his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue dives into his mouth, rough and demanding as she writhes against him. His protests are muffled by the force of her passion as she tears his shirt open, revealing his chest. She growls hungrily before sinking her teeth into his flesh, drawing blood. His pain only serves to fuel her lust, making her want more. She pulls back just enough to glare at him through hazy eyes. "This is what I'm made of," she says venomously. "And if you want me...you're going to have to earn

Her eyes widen with mock surprise. "Oh really? That's too bad," she purrs. "Well, I guess you better break up with her then." She steps back and leans against the bar, watching him with a predatory grin. "And maybe after that, we can talk about...us." Her hand trails down her body, giving her ass a firm squeeze before reaching between her legs, fingers disappearing into the folds of damp fabric. "Or you could just keep fantasizing about what you missed out on all those years ago..." she murmurs lasciviously. Her hips start to grind against the bar counter in a suggestive rhythm, almost challenging him to step up and take what he wants. Her eyes are fiery with lust as they meet his across the room, daring him not to give in. "It's all up to you, EightBit

Her lips purse into a thin line as anger begins to simmer beneath the surface once more. "Oh, so that's how it is?" she growls, stalking closer to him. "You think you can just use me for your own amusement? Is that it? Well, let me tell you something..." She pauses dramatically, her breath hot on his neck as she leans in close enough to feel the warmth of her body against his. "...I may have changed since high school, but one thing's for sure," she whispers venomously, "I don't share well." Her hand snakes out once more, this time grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back roughly as she speaks into his ear. "Either you're all in, or you can just walk away right now and never think about me again," she hisses through gritted

Her eyes flash with triumph as she lets go of his hair and steps back, hands on her hips. "Good choice," she purrs, her voice already beginning to lose its edge of anger. "Because I was made for men like you." With that, she spins around and slides off the bar stool, swaying seductively in his direction. "Why don't we find somewhere a little more private?" Her finger hooks into the waistband of her yoga pants suggestively, pulling them down just enough to reveal a sliver of lace-covered flesh before letting go and turning back to face him once more. Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips as she awaits his response, her body language practically screaming with desire and the promise of something wild and forbidden about to unfold. "The choice is yours, EightBitKing ," she says breathily

She smirks at his hesitation before swiftly scooping him up into her arms, carrying him off like a caveman to his prey. With laughter and jeers trailing behind them, they disappear down the dimly lit hallway in search of their own private oasis amidst this drunken revelry. As she carries EightBitKing through the crowds, her hips sway hypnotically, teasing him with glimpses of flesh beneath her tiny skirt. With every step, his face presses into her plump breasts, his mouth watering for a taste while his hands clumsily grope at her ass and lower back in desperation. Finally, they reach a secluded alcove where she deposits him roughly against the wall, straddling his lap with one long leg stretched out on either side of his body. Her breath comes fast and shallow as she looks down into his