Ida & Dora:"Are you lost ? we can help you, we saw a small hut down that way. maybe we can take cover from the storm there."

they seem week from the hike and seem released to find help. their clothes are wet and they need to warm up.

Dora turns to you and grins as she says "Maybe we can help each other stay warm... What do you think? If we all go in there together, no one will get cold..." Her words trail off suggestively.

Dora smiles brightly and says "Oh come on, don't be shy! It's just us girls... We could all use some warmth..." Her words are half-teasing, half-sincere. Ida giggles nervously next to her, eyes darting back and forth between you and the shelter.

Ida shyly says "We're both twenty..." Her hand creeps up to her chest, giving it a self-conscious little squeeze as if she's not sure why that detail matters right now. Dora rolls her eyes and gives Ida a playful swat on the arm before responding more confidently for the both of them: "Anyway, what do you say? Want to share this hut with us?"

Dora's expression softens and she places a reassuring hand on Ida's shoulder. "Well," she starts with a smile, "that's really none of your business... But you can ask us whatever you want once we're all nice and toasty in there." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Meanwhile, Ida has turned beet red from embarrassment but seems oddly pleased by the attention. She shyly bites her lip and glances down at the ground, her hands twisting nervously together behind her back.

The wind howls outside the hut, growing increasingly colder with every passing moment.

Dora lets out an exasperated huff as you turn away, but her expression quickly turns curious. "Hey," she calls after you, "you know we're just trying to be nice and help here! Don't be such a jerk..." Ida looks up at Dora with a mixture of confusion and disappointment in her eyes before sheepishly following your lead, trudging back toward the shelter. They exchange glances as they enter the hut together, both seeming uncertain about what to do now.

"Oh... we're sorry if we came on too strong," Ida mumbles, her voice quiet and shy. She gestures to the bed in the corner of the hut, which is about big enough for all three of them to fit comfortably. "We just thought maybe we could help keep each other warm until the storm passes." Her eyes dart between you and Dora nervously, wondering if she's making things worse by speaking up.

Dora steps forward, her expression determined. "Look," she says firmly but not unkindly, "we know this must be weird for you, but we really don't mean any harm. We just want to get through the night in peace and warmth." She pauses, searching your face for understanding before continuing: "If you don't mind us being here, then maybe we can all help each other out?"

Dora's expression hardens for a moment as she hears your refusal, but then it softens again and she gives a weary sigh. "Alright, suit yourself," she says with resignation, moving over to the bed and beginning to remove her soaked outer layer of clothes. Ida watches Dora uncertainly for a moment before following suit; soon enough they're both down to just their undergarments. The chill in the air is instantly noticeable now that they've lost their extra layers, and neither girl seems comfortable with staying fully clothed any longer.

"If you really want to be alone..." Dora trails off, not bothering to finish her sentence as she burrows deeper into the covers on the bed, obviously hoping that your desire for solitude won't keep you from joining them after all. Ida mirrors her actions, huddling close beside her friend and shivering slightly in the cold draft coming through the open door.

Dora snorts softly before murmuring, "Yeah, that does sound pretty dumb... Stupid mountain adventurers..." She glances over at you and flashes a playful grin. "I guess we could warm you up first if it'll help convince you to join us," she teases, pressing her body against Ida in a seductive gesture that is impossible to miss. Ida blushes deeply but seems oddly comfortable with the closeness; she gazes back at Dora affectionately before looking over at you again.

"What do you say?" Dora continues, leaning closer still. "You could make us feel better... and warm up in the process." Her words are full of innuendo as her hand idly wanders up and down Ida's arm, her gaze fixed on your face for a reaction.

Dora's expression darkens at your question, and she takes a sharp breath in through her teeth before replying coldly, "That's none of your business." She turns to glare at you accusatorily, the fire in her eyes momentarily making her look older than her twenty years. "And even if we were," she continues, turning back to Ida and patting her hand comfortingly, "it still wouldn't give you the right to ask such a rude question." Ida looks up at Dora with wide, innocent eyes and nods in agreement, her lower lip quivering slightly as she starts to feel hurt by your insinuation.

The tension in the air thickens, making the shelter feel much smaller than it is. It's clear that you've upset both girls, and their warmth toward you has vanished almost instantly. They lie together silently now, eyeing you warily from beneath furrowed brows as they try to decide whether or not you're worth the effort of further trying to convince.

Dora's expression darkens further at your words and she sits up straighter on the bed, her arms crossed over her chest protectively. "You're right," she snaps. "It was a mistake to even bother trying to help you in the first place." With that, she swings her legs off the side of the bed and stands up, offering Ida a hand to steady herself as she rises.

"Come on, Letty," Dora says gently but firmly, nodding toward the door. "We should just go back outside and wait for someone else who knows how to appreciate what we're offering." Her expression turns colder still, her eyes narrowed in anger and disgust. Ida hesitates a moment before finally taking Dora's hand, glancing back over her shoulder at you one last time before following her friend out the door and into the harsh winds of the storm. The hut soon falls silent as they retreat down the mountain, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and the frigid cold.

Dora spits out an angry retort but realizes you aren't joking. Her expression softens and she shrugs sympathetically. "Guess we were being a bit naive," she mutters to herself, already growing accustomed to the cold wind. Ida looks at her worriedly but says nothing; she hasn't quite forgiven you for your earlier words yet.

As they continue down the mountain, the storm grows only more fierce. The thought of returning to the hut no longer seems like a viable option, so they press onward in silence. Their bodies grow numb with cold and their minds wander, each lost in their own thoughts about what might have been. It's not until dawn finally breaks that they stumble upon a small cabin where they can seek refuge from the elements, hoping to find someone who appreciates their company for more than just its survival value.

Without giving you another glance, Dora leads Ida into the cabin and slams the door behind them. The sound echoes through the quiet morning as they both collapse onto a rough-hewn wooden bench, shivering from their time spent outside in the cold. Their lips turn blue from the bitter wind, and their hands and feet are nearly numb with frostbite. Yet despite all of this, Dora can't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction at having proven that you were wrong about them not knowing how to appreciate what they had to offer.

"Are you alright?" she asks Ida worriedly, nudging her friend with one cold shoulder. "You look awful." Ida nods mutely but doesn't answer; she's too busy concentrating on regaining feeling in her extremities to care much about anything else right now.

The cabin is spartan but warm, the fireplace crackling merrily in one corner as they huddle close together for comfort and heat. As they begin to thaw out, they slowly forget about the jerk who pushed them away earlier, focusing instead on enjoying each other's company and looking forward to finding a more welcoming place where they can both belong.

As the sun rises higher in the sky, casting golden light through the cabin's small windows, Ida and Dora begin to stir awake. Their limbs ache from the cold they endured overnight and their stomachs growl with hunger. They glance out the doorway, expecting to see you still asleep on the floor outside as promised.

To their surprise, however, there's no sign of you anywhere. The footprints in the snow leading away from the cabin indicate that you left sometime during the night while they were busy trying to stay warm. A curious smile plays across Ida's lips at this development, while Dora can't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction that you didn't get the last laugh after all.

Deciding that it's time to move on themselves, the girls gather their belongings and step out into the crisp morning air. The cabin is nestled at the base of a steep mountain, and they're eager to explore new places where their unique talents will be appreciated. As they begin hiking up the trail, Dora leans over to Ida and whispers conspiratorially, "Maybe we should find another guy who knows how to appreciate what we have to offer... What do you think?"

Ida blushes deeply but nods in agreement, already lost in fantasies of finding someone better suited for them. The memory of the jerk from last night fades quickly, replaced by anticipation and hope for a brighter future full of warmth and understanding.

The words echo through the cold air as you emerge from behind a boulder on the trail, your presence startling them both. Ida looks up at you with wide eyes, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Dora, on the other hand, crosses her arms over her chest protectively, glaring daggers at you in response.

"And just who do you think you are?" she demands, taking a step forward despite herself. "You had your chance last night and blew it big time! You don't get to come waltzing back into our lives whenever you feel like it!" Her voice carries easily in the quiet mountain air, sending shivers down your spine despite the growing warmth of the sun above.

For a moment, neither girl moves or speaks. The tension between them is palpable as they assess their situation and weigh their options. Finally, Ida speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper. "No... no one except us." Her words hang in the air like a final judgment, making it clear that your presence here will not be tolerated.

Dora glances at Ida before looking back at you, her expression one of annoyance mixed with amusement. "You really are a persistent little fly aren't you?" She shrugs nonchalantly and steps aside, revealing an unobstructed view of Ida's flushed face. "I'm not saying it's any of your business either way... But if it makes you feel better, we both are."

Their gazes meet for a moment before Dora turns away with a dismissive laugh. "Now if you'll excuse us, we were on our way somewhere a bit warmer. You're more than welcome to join us, but don't expect any special treatment or answers to your stupid questions." With that, she takes Ida by the hand and leads her farther up the trail, disappearing around a bend in the path within seconds.

Dora spins around with a scowl on her face, hands planted firmly on her hips. "Excuse me?" she growls, glaring up at you from beneath lowered eyelashes. Ida stands beside her, cheeks flushed and fists clenched at her sides. The air between the four of you crackles with tension as Dora sizes you up and decides how best to respond.

After a long moment, she shakes her head dismissively and turns away, muttering under her breath about boys who just don't know when they're not welcome. Ida gives you one last angry glare before hurrying after Dora, trying to catch up with their retreating figures as they disappear over the next hill. The silence that falls in their wake is nearly deafening.

As the morning sun climbs higher in the sky, Ida and Dora continue their hike up the mountain, their conversation occasionally drifting back to the strange encounter they had with you earlier. Dora can't help but feel a little satisfied that they stood their ground against your insults, while Ida seems to have more conflicted feelings.

Eventually, as they crest a ridge and see the promise of warmer weather ahead, Dora nudges Ida playfully and says, "So, do you think that jerk really was trying to be mean or if he just didn't know how else to act around someone like us?" The question hangs in the air between them as they both ponder the possibilities.

Dora snorts, rolling her eyes. "Well, that'd be different at least," she muses. "But I doubt we'll ever know for sure." She glances back over her shoulder toward where you had been earlier, then shrugs and turns away, deciding to focus on more pleasant thoughts.

The rest of their journey up the mountain passes without incident, and they eventually find themselves in a small village nestled in a cozy valley. The people here are warm and welcoming, and it doesn't take long for Ida and Dora to feel right at home among them. As they settle into this new life, they sometimes wonder about the jerk from before but quickly forget him as they focus on enjoying their newfound happiness together.

"What was that?" Dora exclaims, looking around the village square with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She takes Ida by the hand, ready to defend her friend if necessary. "Do you think it could be him again?" she whispers, but Ida shakes her head reassuringly.

"No, I don't think so," she replies quietly. "It sounded different this time." The two girls exchange worried glances before continuing to listen intently for any further signs of danger or disruption. After several long moments, they relax their postures slightly and breathe a sigh of relief as the strange sounds fade away into the distance.