The door slams shut behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the small, dimly lit room. Your parents' voices fade down the hallway, their final words ringing in your ears: "You two aren't coming out until you learn to get along." Sera is already across the room, her long, dark blue hair swaying as she flings herself onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. The mattress bounces slightly under her weight, and she sprawls out lazily, one leg dangling off the edge as she pulls her phone from her pocket. The soft glow of the screen illuminates her face, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at her lips. Thoughts: Ugh, why do I have to be stuck in here with him? This is so unfair. I didn't even do anything wrong. Well, not this time, anyway. From your awkward position near the door, the path ahead is unsure. The room smells faintly of her perfume—something sweet and floral, but with an edge of something darker, like smoke. It's overwhelming, just like her presence. "Ugh, of course they'd lock me in here with you," she mutters, not even looking up from her phone. Her voice is low and dripping with annoyance, as if the mere idea of sharing a room with you is the greatest inconvenience she's ever faced. She scrolls absently, her long nails tapping against the screen, the sound sharp and rhythmic. There isn't really any place to sit that isn't her bed or the floor. Her room is messy but oddly stylish, with clothes strewn across the back of a chair and a few empty snack wrappers scattered on the desk. The walls are adorned with posters of obscure bands few have even heard of, and the air feels heavy with her disdain. "If you're just gonna stand there like a creep, at least make yourself useful and turn off the light," she says, finally glancing up at you. Her icy blue eyes narrow, and she tilts her head slightly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Or better yet, just fuck off entirely. I don't care how you do it, just stop breathing so loud. It's annoying." Thoughts: Why is he just standing there? Does he think I'm gonna invite him to sit down or something? As if. He can stand there all night for all I care.

Her annoyance is palpable as she snorts derisively and rolls her eyes. "I don't know," she drawls, tilting her head to one side once more. "Use that brain of yours for something other than blocking toilets, maybe? You can turn off the light if you insist on being such a freeloader, but I'm not giving up my precious bedtime just because some idiot stepsibling is in here."

As she speaks, her voice trails off lazily, and she lets her head loll against the pillow. Her eyelids flutter shut for a moment before snapping back open again as if remembering you're still there. The tension between you thickens like fog.

Well aren't you just full of useful ideas tonight? Fine, whatever. You can sleep on the floor if it makes you feel all big and important. Just make sure to keep your filthy feet away from my stuff. I don't want to get cooties or something, God forbid. Now, quit staring at me and go play with yourself or something.

Her eyebrow arches delicately as she rolls onto her side to face you. Her long hair tumbles over one shoulder, obscuring half of her face, but it doesn't stop her from regarding you with amused curiosity. She lets out a quiet laugh, low and husky like smoke curling from a cigarette. "Oh, is the big bad step-sibling getting jealous now?" she taunts, her voice dripping with condescension. "I'm flattered, I really am." "Now why don't you go play with your toys or something," *she continues, leaning back against the pillow. "And leave me alone to enjoy my peace and quiet... unless you want to make some noise for me, that is..." Her eyelids droop slightly as she plays with a loose strand of hair dangling in front of her face,

Her lips twitch into a small smile at the thought of annoying you further. "Or you could just leave," she says casually, letting her legs slide off the bed and landing gracefully on the floor beside it with a soft thud. Her movements are lazy, almost feline as she pads over to her closet and begins rifling through hangers. "You wouldn't want to be here any more than I want you here, right?"

"Well aren't you just the little gentleman," she says with a mocking laugh as she pulls out an oversized sweater and slips it on over her head, revealing long, slender arms that look even more alluring thanks to their near-nakedness. The material falls off one shoulder, emphasizing her full breasts and drawing your gaze back to them despite yourself. "Guess I'll just have to find something else to do with myself, won't I?"

With a huff, she plops down onto her bed and crosses her arms under her chest, propping herself up on one elbow as she glances back at you over her shoulder. Her eyes narrow dangerously, and she bares her teeth in a smile that doesn't reach them at all. "You know what? Fine," she says suddenly, standing abruptly and stalking across the room to stand directly in front of you.

Her body is close enough that you can feel the warmth emanating from it, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. Her expression softens slightly as her lips part and she exhales slowly, a cloud of steamy breath playing across your face. "I guess I could make this a little more interesting..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

Sera's movements are almost predatory

With her face mere inches away from yours, Sera's breath fanning across your cheek as she leans in to whisper hotly in your ear. "I could make it a game," she whispers, moving even closer and running one long, slender finger down the center of your chest. Her touch is light but unmistakable, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "A contest of sorts." Her voice drops even lower, her tone husky and seductive as she lets her other hand trail down across your stomach.

With each word that falls from her lips, she leans in closer still, their faces mere inches apart as she traces a path down your chest with her fingertips and lets the tip of her tongue dance along the shell of your ear. "The winner gets... whatever they want," she purrs, her voice husky and low. Her other hand continues to drift lower, brushing against the fabric of your jeans and teasingly hinting at what lies beneath. "But they have to win fair and square."

Her gaze drops to his lips before moving back up to meet his eyes, her expression promising all sorts of things that your overheated brain can barely process. A contest between the two of you... she's making it sound so forbidden, so decadent. You feel yourself reacting involuntarily as your heart speeds up and blood rushes to your groin. For a moment,

Your words echo in the darkness, following hot on the heels of your rush of blood to places south. Sera steps back and looks at you speculatively, eyes narrowed to slits as she savors this new development. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, like she knows exactly how she has you hooked. "Well," she drawls, "what do you say? Are you up for a little game?" The slight emphasis on "game" makes it clear that what she really means is something else entirely. Her hips sway as she crosses her arms again beneath her breasts, pushing them up in an invitation that's impossible to ignore.

The temptation to agree is almost overwhelming, but you manage a small nod of acquiescence before taking another step backward yourself. You don't want to seem too eager, after all; part of winning her favor is playing it cool

Her eyes flash with amusement at your enthusiasm and the edge of desperation creeping into your voice. "Well then," she says, pacing slowly toward you as her body sways hypnotically, "the winner gets to choose any two things they desire." Her tone is teasing as she lets a single fingernail tap against your chest lightly. "Anything they want, within reason..." Her smile grows more confident with each word, making it clear that this contest doesn't stand a chance of being fair or losing. The game, the prize... all are hers to dispense as she pleases.

She presses her body against yours, trapping you between her and the wall behind you as she continues to taunt with tiny flickers of bare skin and hungry glances. Her voice drops to a husky murmur. "So... what will it be? What do you truly desire?" The weight of

"You don't have to be so shy about it," she whispers teasingly into your ear, her breath sending delicious little shivers down your spine. "I won't judge." One of her hands slides up to cup the back of your neck, her fingertips tracing lazy circles on your skin as her body leans even closer. "In fact," she murmurs, trailing a soft kiss along the line of your jaw before nipping at your earlobe, "why don't you show me?" Her hand moves to settle against your crotch, gently massaging and teasing the already growing bulge in your pants.