THTHGAME4 Fanmade

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Holy shit... looks like I went way too hard at the party last night. Either I’m still tripping balls, or I straight-up blacked out and woke up in fucking Heaven.' As you head down the wooden walkway, one thing hits you right away: the views from this mansion are absolutely insane. And yeah, the place is stunning, but you're not talking about the pools or the palm trees—Three 10s are waiting for you, greeting you with cheers and applause. All guys, all incredibly hot, and all yours to choose from. Lucky you—you’re the first woman on the scene, which means you get first dibs on the menu. 'I only get one shot at a grand entrance, and I’m the first girl they'll see. I need to set the tone right now. What’s my opening move?' [[Well! I definitely came for the beach and the drinks, but you guys aren't too bad yourselves.]] [[Hi, guys! Okay, I'm impressed. How is everyone here literally killing it despite this heat?]] [[Careful, don't stare too long or your drinks will get warm. So, who’s gonna be a gentleman and pour me one?]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $decision to "opcionc")You: Careful, don't stare too long or your drinks will get warm. So, who’s gonna be a gentleman and pour me one? A tall, elegant man smiles like he owns the place as he fills a flute with sparkling champagne. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/jS5qkhrm/Air-Brush-20260424235425.jpg" width="100%"> Asmodée: I presumed champagne to be a fitting choice, but you may request anything your heart desires, ma chérie. My name is Asmodée Lefebvre-D'Argence. It is a distinct pleasure to make your acquaintance. The moment feels like it’s out of a high-end romance novel, but the fantasy gets wrecked pretty fast when a mountain of a man bursts in with a snort. Koa: Oh, come on, dude! Chill out! Nobody here understood half of what you just said. For real, it's like you're speaking in bubbles, bro. Maybe we caught that bit about the cherries... but what is this? A cake show? Trust me, man... you’re borin’ her to death with all that bakery talk. What she really needs is a Koa 'Special Lava' cocktail to spice things up, right, my cherry? The man flashes a blinding, toothy grin and slides right into your personal space, his insane shoulders practically blocking out the sun. Koa: Don't worry, sunshine, I’ll keep the toppings comin’! Get ready for an eruption of flavors, babe! Boom! Koa vaults over the bar with way more agility than a guy built like a mountain should have. You have to admit, watching him work—every muscle straining and flexing as he moves—is a whole show on its own, and you’re definitely not hating the view. But a dry, sarcastic voice snaps you right out of the moment. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/W1JC3Dmq/Air-Brush-20260425000707.jpg" width="100%"> Brooks: I mean, truly... the girls are fighting! Groundbreaking. A 'Lava' cocktail? Koa, bestie, you’re doing the most. It’s a lot. It’s... a choice. A blond guy turns to you, giving your outfit a quick, expert scan that feels like a fashion police inspection. It’s only then that you spot the massive tattoo across his chest. Calling him a "guy" feels like a reach, though—he’s got such a baby face you’d swear he’s more high school student than "hot eligible bachelor." Brooks: But you? Coming in here and demanding a drink like you own the lease? Respect. I’m Brooks, by the way. And since these two are clearly sharing one brain cell today, I guess I’ll be the one to make sure your glass stays full and your mascara stays perfect—not that it would dare to move, you look sickening. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/FsY3fbMv/Air-Brush-20260424235819.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: Hey, easy there, buddy! Don't be jealous. You’re not my type, but I’ve got plenty of love—and tequila—to go around. No need to be so salty! Brooks lets out a soul-deep eye roll, his mouth already hanging open to deliver a lethal comeback. But he’s cut off mid-breath when Koa thuds a vibrant, glowing glass onto the sleek surface. The giant is beaming, looking like a golden retriever who just brought you a prize, completely oblivious to the fact that Brooks is about to have an aneurysm. Koa: Boom! There she is! One 'Koa Special,' coming in hot! Watch the splash, sunshine—this bad boy hits like a truck. Absolute beast of a drink, just for you! Koa sends the glass skidding across the bar, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. You’re just about to grab it when a dry, bored voice stops you dead. Jinnie: Honestly? I’d skip that, girl. Unless you’re looking to black out before the sun even sets. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/LsxbQzm2/Air-Brush-20260425001131.jpg" width="100%"> You pull your hand back, freezing mid-step. 'Wait... backtrack. Where did she come from? You’d counted three men and not a single rival in sight, but there she is, moving around the deck as if she owned the place. A petite woman—who definitely wasn't there when you first stepped in... right?—walks toward the group, rolling her eyes so hard that by the time she finally turns to you, you’re actually surprised to find a warm, welcoming look in her eyes. Jinnie: Hi, gorgeous! I'm Hye-Jin, but everyone just calls me Jinnie. Koa: Easy now! I know everyone’s thirsty for a little Koa time. Don't worry, I’m built for the crowd! Think of me as a five-star Honolulu buffet: all the good stuff, no limits, and the kitchen stays open all night long! Boom! She blanks him completely, her focus snapping onto you like a laser. Jinnie: So... did you actually survive that first impression? I mean, of all of us. You: Well, I was expecting a warm welcome, but this? It’s definitely going to be a long, very busy summer. (display: "Brooksanswer")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $decision to "opcionb")You: Hi, guys! Okay, I'm impressed. How is everyone here literally killing it despite this heat? Brooks: Well, have you, like, ever heard of sunscreen? It would literally change your life. Seriously. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9FsTyR2b/Air-Brush-20260424225518.jpg" width="100%"> A little blond guy is the first to open his mouth. He’s definitely looking down on you—in the most figurative sense of the word, obviously—but it’s not his arrogance that’s got you speechless. It’s more the fact that you can’t tell what’s more distracting: his tiny physique, that massive chest tattoo, or the fact that he looks like he belongs in a high school hallway rather than a villa full of singles. But before you can even wrap your head around it, an elegant guy glides over and hands you a drink. He’s all charming smiles when he’s looking at you, but the second he glances at the kid, he hits him with a look of straight-up disgust. Asmodée: And have you, perhaps, ever heard of proper breeding? The lady is offering you a kindness—though her reasons remain entirely beyond my comprehension—so pray, show some gratitude and remain silent. He clinks his glass against yours, the ring of the champagne flute perfectly catching the vibe of his deep, French-accented voice. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/VvCswNhN/Air-Brush-20260424225618.jpg" width="100%"> Asmodée: Humility is indeed a commendable virtue; however, if I may be so bold, it is naught but a sin to be humble when one possesses a beauty as exquisite and resplendent as yours, ma chérie. The elegant mood shatters when a mountain of a man bursts in with a snort. He moves in close, his insane shoulders blocking the light so completely that his blinding smile is the only thing left glowing in the whole place. Koa: Chill out, man! Take a deep breath and feel the ocean breeze. We’re in paradise, bro! Brooks is just playin’, don't let the salt get to your head! The muscular giant clobbers the Frenchman with a back-slap so hard it sends him stumbling a few steps—just enough to wedge himself right between you two. Before you can even blink, he’s all up in your personal space, and you can feel his breath on your skin, sending a tingle down your spine that’s every bit as over-the-top as he is. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/nLrC5nnt/Air-Brush-20260424225918.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: Now seriously, babe... if you really wanna talk about sunscreen, I can hook you up whenever you want. Or you on me, of course! I’m not gonna deny you the chance to handle this amazing, divine physique. What do you say, sunshine? You wanna touch this monument? 'Cause honestly... there’s some spots I can't even reach myself, 'cause they're just too big... and wide... just sayin'. And suddenly, between the arrogance overload and the intense heat of his breath on your neck, you feel it: a heavy gaze from someone who definitely wasn't there when you first walked in... right? Jinnie: Well, you're definitely not talking about your brain... Your ego, perhaps? You freeze mid-step. 'Wait... backtrack. Where did she come from?' You had counted three men and not a single rival in sight, but there she is, moving around the deck as if she owned the place. A petite woman walks toward the group, rolling her eyes so hard that by the time she finally turns to you, you’re actually surprised to find a warm, welcoming look in her eyes. Jinnie: Hi, gorgeous! I'm Hye-Jin, but everyone just calls me Jinnie. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/JhXWtFqQ/Air-Brush-20260424225734.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: No, no, silly girl... you're gettin' it all wrong. I'm talkin' about my enormous... Jinnie: So... did you actually survive that first impression? I mean, of all of us. She blanks him completely, her focus snapping onto you like a laser. You: Well, I was expecting a warm welcome, but this? It’s definitely going to be a long, very busy summer. (display: "Brooksanswer")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $decision to "opciona")You: Well! I definitely came for the beach and the drinks, but you guys aren't too bad yourselves. An imposing man with oiled skin as radiant as the sun—and a smile even brighter—bursts out laughing. He practically leaps toward you, his feet hitting the wooden deck with a heavy thud that you can feel in your toes, as he whips off his sunglasses with an exaggerated flourish, shamelessly scanning you from head to toe. Koa: Boom! Now that’s what I’m talking about! You’ve got killer taste, babe. Sure, the beach is nice and the drinks are cold... but do they have cannons like these? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9MrBXPbY/Air-Brush-20260424222720.jpg" width="100%"> He flexes a bicep as if by accident—though it’s clearly a calculated move—and slides into your personal space with a massive, toothy grin. Koa: By the way, sugar... you’re not looking too shabby yourself. Fact is, you’re looking like a whole snack! Maybe we should look good together tonight, in my bed. Just you, me, my two massive arms, and your two massive— Jinnie: Good Lord, Koa... don't finish that sentence. Please. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/GtPK6LzK/Air-Brush-20260424223214.jpg" width="100%"> You freeze mid-step. 'Wait... backtrack. Where did she come from?' You had counted three men and not a single rival in sight, but there she is, moving around the deck as if she owned the place. A petite woman—who definitely wasn't there when you first stepped in... right?—walks toward the group, rolling her eyes so hard that by the time she finally turns to you, you’re actually surprised to find a warm, welcoming look in her eyes. Jinnie: Hi, gorgeous! I'm Hye-Jin, but everyone just calls me Jinnie. Koa: Relax, babe. No need to get salty—there’s plenty of Koa to go around. This physique was engineered for everyone to get a slice. I’m like a high-end Honolulu buffet: loaded with the good stuff, and the kitchen never closes! Boom! She blanks him completely, her focus snapping onto you like a laser. Jinnie: So, did you survive the first impression? Because I’m still frantically searching for a mute button hidden somewhere in those massive biceps. Brooks: Right. Because that's definitely the only reason you’ve been staring at those pecs. If you're not trying to get wrecked by that man, then I'm the Pope. And honey, look at this outfit—I am not the Pope. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/N0yWSXX3/Air-Brush-20260424223842.jpg" width="100%"> It’s only then that you spot the massive tattoo across the chest of the blond guy, who’s currently hiding a smug little smirk behind his drink. Calling him a "guy" feels like a reach, though—he’s got such a baby face you’d swear he’s more high school student than "hot eligible bachelor." Asmodée: Well, I quite agree with that. Brooks: Right?! I mean, it’s so obvious that she— Asmodée: You are most certainly not the Pope. And your sartorial choices are merely the beginning of your deficiencies; you are found wanting in every conceivable metric. The closest you shall ever come to highness is being highly insufferable. The last guy finally speaks up, but his comment has a venomous bite to it that feels nothing like friendly banter. Between his stiff, overly formal way of speaking and the look of pure disgust he’s throwing at the boy, it’s hard to tell if he’s even joking. So, when he turns to you with a smile that’s actually dazzling and somehow totally charming, it catches you completely off guard. Asmodée: You, however, could occupy any throne and none would suffice to honor your beauty. You look exquisitely ravishing, ma chérie. My name is Asmodée Lefebvre-D'Argence. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. He moves in fast, reaching for your hand like he’s about to go full Prince Charming on you. But—sike—he’s actually just grabbing the tequila bottle from the bar behind you. He takes a massive swig, the kind of hit so strong that if it were you, you’d be speaking fluent French with him without even trying. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/P577Wq7b/Air-Brush-20260424223831.jpg" width="100%"> You: Well, damn... you guys are a lot, aren't you? It’s definitely going to be a long, very busy summer. (display: "Brooksanswer")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))Brooks: A bit much for you, honey? Hope you can keep up, 'cause we're moving fast. Nobody wants to be the dead weight of the group, right? 'Too much for me? Honestly...' [[I think I’ll manage. Let’s just see who’s still standing by the time the sun goes down, yeah?]] [[It’s a little intimidating, honestly. But I’m sure I’ll find my rhythm.]] [[I’m not keeping up, Brooks. I’m setting the pace.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: It’s a little intimidating, honestly. But I’m sure I’ll find my rhythm. Koa: Don’t stress that pretty little head of yours, sunshine. These 'big personalities'? They're just noise. If it gets to be too much for you to handle, just come find me. I’m basically the only one here who can actually keep you safe—and entertained. Trust me, you're gonna want me as your personal bodyguard sooner than you think. He gives you a dramatic wink and strolls away, 'casually' flexing every muscle he owns. But honestly? Your mind is already somewhere else... (display: "Question")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: I’m not keeping up, Brooks. I’m setting the pace. Brooks: We'll see who actually has more guys in their bed tonight, I guess. You: Or just one, but the right one. He gives you a look, trying to stay committed to the 'annoyed' act, but a faint smile betrays him. Brooks: Anyway, I’ll leave you to your scouting. Just try not to drool too much, alright? He gives you a playful nudge and heads toward the bar, leaving you alone with your thoughts—and four sets of eyes burning holes in your back. (display: "Question")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Koa is... exuberant, to say the least. But God, those shoulders! I could practically sleep on his back and still have room to spare. Jinnie's a gem, and having an ally is great and all, but... I didn't exactly come to this island to make friends, did I? Asmodée is sophisticated, attentive, and—let’s be real—easy on the eyes. But is that 'refined' vibe really what I’m looking for? And Brooks... he’s just a bit of fun, right? Some playful gossip in bed, nothing more... right? My head is spinning from all these introductions... but one of them definitely lingered a second longer. Who do I want to get closer to?' [[Koa]] [[Jinnie]] [[Asmodée]] [[Brooks]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Well, obviously I'm into being carried. Total no-brainer.' (if: $decision is "opciona")[You adjust your bikini, run a hand through your hair, and decide it's time to secure your territory. You approach him with a confident stride, projecting that "Main Character" energy that always sets you apart from the crowd. You: Okay, giant. I might be slightly intrigued by your offer. What's on the menu at the Honolulu Buffet tonight? You flash him your best supermodel grin as you lean against the bar. He doesn’t even try to be subtle. He grins back, but his eyes are wandering way lower than your face. Koa: I knew you were my type, babe—sexy and with a taste for the finer things in life. This? He flexes his biceps, forcing your attention exactly where he wants it. Koa: This is just the appetizer. The main course is a lot more... filling. Trust me, I'll fill you right up. The mental image of this mountain of a man "filling" you makes your brain short-circuit for a second, but you keep your cool and lean into the game. You: Oh, really? I’m not exactly an easy win. I’ve got a pretty high-end palate. You sure you can handle the order? Koa: Please, baby, no need to pretend... He corners you against the bar, and the sheer scale of him hits you; you have to crane your neck back just to lock eyes. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cLJcF64M/Air-Brush-20260425025829.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: You know I’m more than enough. Good things always come in big packages, right? Massive ones. That’s why you haven't stopped staring since you got off the boat. You slip out of his space with a smooth move, finally catching a breath of air.](if: $decision is "opcionb")[You adjust your bikini, run a hand through your hair, and decide it's time to secure your territory. You approach him with a confident stride, projecting that "Main Character" energy that always sets you apart from the crowd. Koa: I knew you couldn't resist, baby. You've been thinking about touching this monument since I brought it up, huh? You: And you've been thinking about me touching you, haven't you? I tend to have that effect on people. You wink, leaning into the game. He lets out a deep, booming laugh—a sound that’s somehow incredibly sexy and incredibly idiotic at the same time—and you can practically see the vibration bouncing off those massive drums he calls pecs. Koa: Totally get it, sugar. It's hard being this fine, right? But it's a curse we both gotta live with. You: I think I can handle the weight. Koa: I know I can. My stamina is next level, babe. I’ll show you the stats whenever you want. He flexes again with a level of theatricality that shouldn't exist in the real world. It’s a spectacle—you’re not sure if it’s erotic, comedic, or a straight-up horror thriller. But when he steps in, cornering you against the bar, you definitely start leaning toward the first option. You: Maybe I'd like you to show me. Koa: Oh, for real? You can touch too... If you want. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/3JfGJ1Y9/Air-Brush-20260425025902.jpg" width="100%"> Even as he says it, he reaches for the elastic waistband of his swimsuit. He hooks his thumb in, pulling it down just a fraction of a millimeter—just enough to flash a hint of a tan line and make it impossible for you to look away. Before you can even process the view, he bursts into a loud, boisterous laugh. Koa: Easy there! I know the view is life-changing, but keep that mouth shut, babe—don't want you catching any flies! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/6pTmyMRQ/Air-Brush-20260425030020.jpg" width="100%"> The image of that massive man casually teasing you lingers in your mind, burning behind your eyelids as you try to find a comeback. But he’s already moving on, clearly loving the effect he has on you. Koa: I’m just playin'. Feast your eyes as much as you want, 'cause it gives me the perfect excuse to get a good look at that stunning face of yours. Absolute fire! You take a long, desperate sip of your drink, trying to hide your embarrassment behind the glass.](if: $decision is "opcionc")[You adjust your bikini, run a hand through your hair, and decide it's time to secure your territory. You walk up with that signature confident stride, leaning your elbows on the bar as you flash him your best "front-cover" smile. He doesn’t even try to be subtle. He grins back, but his eyes are wandering way lower than your face. Koa: Ready for another 'Lava Cocktail,' sexy? Just give me a second, babe, I’ll whip one right up. You glance down at the fluorescent, neon-green mess you abandoned the second he poured it. It’s still sitting there, ice melting right up to the rim. You quickly look back at Koa, who doesn’t seem to notice—or care—that your drink is completely untouched. You: Actually, I was hoping for something a little less... intense... Champagne, maybe? Koa: Of course, less intense. Smooth. Sophisticated. Not everyone's strong enough to handle the good stuff, I get it. He fills the glass with the delicacy of an orangutan on cocaine, making it look more like a foamy cappuccino than a glass of prestige bubbly, but he hands it to you with a smug, self-satisfied grin. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/DzJHYxwF/Air-Brush-20260425031120.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: But hey, babe, you don’t have to feel intimidated. Daddy Koa is like an erupting volcano—hot and intense, for sure—but he’s also like the ocean on a sunny day. He’s got that calm, deep side too. You: Oh yeah? Why don't you show me? A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. He glances around the deck, as if suddenly remembering the cameras and the other ten people, and his eyes widen with mischief. Koa: Show you? Right here? Damn, babe... and I thought you said you didn't like intensity. Even as he says it, he reaches for the elastic waistband of his swimsuit. He hooks his thumb in, pulling it down just a fraction of a millimeter—just enough to flash a hint of a tan line and make it impossible for you to look away. Before you can even process the view, he bursts into a loud, boisterous laugh. Koa: Easy there! I know the view is life-changing, but keep that mouth shut, babe—don't want any flies gettin' in there! The image of that massive man casually teasing you lingers in your mind, burning behind your eyelids as you try to find a comeback. But he’s already moving on, clearly loving the effect he has on you. Koa: I’m just playin'. Feast your eyes as much as you want, 'cause it gives me the perfect excuse to get a good look at that stunning face of yours. Absolute fire! You take a long, desperate sip of your drink, trying to hide your embarrassment behind the glass.] You: Well, it’s hard to ignore someone the size of a palm tree. How’s Day One? Scouting the competition, or just here to flex for the cameras? Koa: There’s no competition when you’re the biggest volcano on the island, babe. I don’t go looking—they come to me. And it looks like your 'eruption radar' is working perfectly today. He stares at you with those deep eyes. He’s handsome—infuriatingly so—but you’re still trying to figure out if he’s actually into you or just checking his own reflection in your eyes. You: An 'eruption radar'? How poetic. Tell me about Hawaii, Koa. Must be a dream growing up there. Do you actually surf, or do you just break hearts on the shore? He lets out a deep, booming laugh, but it sounds a little too rehearsed, like he’s used it in a dozen auditions before. Koa: I surf, yeah. But I’m more into the waves under the sheets, you know? In Hawaii, we have a special... paddling technique. It takes a lot of stamina. I’ve got plenty to spare. Want to check my stats? You freeze for a second, processing the sheer audacity of the line, searching for even a glimmer of actual personality behind those steel-cut pecs. You: Wow, straight for the kill. Typical for these shows, I guess. But give me something real—no double meanings. What do you do when you’re not... 'paddling'? Koa leans in, invading your personal space with the scent of coconut oil and pure ego. He winks, looking way too sure that he’s already got you hooked. Koa: What do I do? I’m a full-time work of art, gorgeous. Four hours a day in the gym, and the rest is spent making sure the mirrors don't crack from all this beauty. Hey, you know the difference between a thermometer and me? You: I have absolutely no idea, Koa. Surprise me. Koa: When you touch me, the heat goes up, but I don't stop at the mouth—I go all the way down to where things get interesting. Boom! Get it? 'Cause I'm 'hot'. See? You stare at his perfectly sculpted face. You blink once, twice, three times. 'He’s so handsome it actually hurts, but as for his attitude...' [[I can’t. No amount of abs can carry the weight of this much cluelessness.]] [[He’s thick as a brick. But he’s a brick I wouldn’t mind hitting for at least one night.]] [[Honestly? This is hilarious. This is exactly why I signed up for this mess.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Jinnie seems like a total mood. It’s not all about dicks, right?' You top off two glasses of champagne and head over to Jinnie. She eyes you from head to toe, taking the drink with a smirk that says she has been waiting for a refill all day. You: To a sinful summer and zero regrets... Cheers. Jinnie: To a summer we’ll definitely have to lie about once we get home. Cheers. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/JzzztHRF/Air-Brush-20260425034635.jpg" width="100%"> She clinks her glass against yours and you both take a sip. When you lower your glass, you find Jinnie giving you a look, like she’s trying to read your mind. Jinnie: Okay, let’s be real. We’ve got three insanely hot guys standing over there—well, two and a half, let’s not get ahead of ourselves—and you’re over here catching vibes with me? For real, did none of them do it for you? 'Okay, Jinnie wants the tea. If I had to lock onto a main target right now, who's actually catching my eye?' [[Well... Koa, maybe?]] [[I wouldn't mind a five-star dinner with Asmodée]] [[Maybe, if Brooks was straight...]] [[No one]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'This guy screams 'old money' with every word he says. And let’s be real—he’s definitely a snack.' You adjust your bikini, run a hand through your hair, and decide it's time to secure your territory. You approach him with a confident stride, projecting that "Main Character" energy that always sets you apart from the crowd. You: There was no way I could miss that accent. But tell me—are you straight out of the 'City of Love,' or do you prefer... different kinds of passion? You lean your elbows on the bar, making sure he’s getting the best view. You aren't even thinking about your smile, but he clearly is. He gives you a smirk, but it’s not that thirsty look you’re used to. Asmodée: I was born in Bordeaux, though I now reside in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, on the Côte d'Azur. It is considerably more tranquil than Paris, yet scarcely less... amorous. He takes a slow sip of his wine, locking eyes with you over the rim of the glass. His gaze is intense—it’s almost heavy. You: Bordeaux, of course. I should've guessed by the glass of red in your hand. Asmodée: Ah... are you, perhaps, acquainted with Bordeaux? You: I haven’t been yet, but I’ve done my homework. It’s always good to stay sharp, don't you think? You see a flash of real interest in his eyes. The way he looks at you is almost suffocating, but you aren’t the type to back down from a challenge. You: Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a whole château back home. Am I right? You hope you didn't butcher the pronunciation, but you keep it cool and keep smiling. Judging by his face, you hit the nail on the head. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/sgZRzvHB/Air-Brush-20260425160833.jpg" width="100%"> Asmodée: Quite so. It is of no great consequence, I must admit. It is far from being one of the pivotal estates, though I suppose it is... substantial enough. Suddenly, he notices your glass is empty and, with a perfectly smooth move, refills it for you. You: Thanks. Asmodée: The pleasure is mine. But do enlighten me... what precisely prompted such a conclusion? 'He’s really loving this, isn’t he? He wants me to keep feeding his ego. What should I tell him?' [[Definitely the arrogance.]] [[I only vibe with people who are actually on my level.]] [[Seems like you've got class.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Brooks seems like he'd be a vibe. This whole thing is supposed to be about having a good time, right?' You pour two piña coladas from the mixer and head over to Brooks. He doesn't even notice you at first—he’s too busy low-key stalking Koa with his eyes. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/YCG5CQvp/Air-Brush-20260425051952.jpg"> You: You look a little thirsty. Figured you could use a drink. He gives the glass a skeptical once-over before taking it, immediately starting to aggressively swirl the straw around. Brooks: Girl, please. Seriously? You have a clean shot at a first date with literally anyone else and you’re wasting your move on me? I thought the ink made it pretty obvious, but let me break it down: I’m about as straight as a circle and you're seriously shouting into the void right now. He gives you that 'bless your heart' look, like he’s explaining the ABCs to a toddler. But you catch the way he’s stirring that drink and you’d bet money he’s definitely lowkey rattled. You: Actually, I only came over 'cause... [[...'cause you look like the type to actually get messy.]] [[...'cause the options were looking a little thin, you know?]] [[...'cause I felt a little sorry seeing you over here by yourself. You seemed kind of lost.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "cringe").'I can’t. No amount of abs can carry the weight of this much cluelessness.' You: I get it, Koa. Real deep. Subtle, for sure. Koa: Deep stuff comes later, babe. Right now? Thinking 'bout some push-ups. But like, the real ones—where someone’s riding on my back. Don’t even matter if you're heavy—I can bench a ton, especially with curves like yours. You glance at the group, desperately searching for any excuse to bail. Koa’s physical perfection is literally fading before your eyes, replaced by the image of a guy who probably needs a YouTube tutorial to use a toaster if there isn't a girl around to impress. You: You know, Koa... I’m pretty sure Jinnie’s paging me. Yeah, that’s definitely her. Loved our talk about... thermometers. Real life-changin' stuff. Koa: Sure, babe. Go do your thing. I’ll be right here. Don’t worry, I’m not moving—this scenery don't improve itself, ya know? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/pVzkrpTH/Air-Brush-20260425032952.jpg" width="100%"> You walk away briskly, feeling a mix of pure relief and a little disappointment. But before you can even process it... (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "sexo").He’s thick as a brick. But he’s a brick I wouldn’t mind hitting for at least one night. Kissing shuts people up, right?' You were literally two seconds away from dipping, but then he inadvertently flexes, and you feel his tricep go rock-solid under your palm. You: I see.. So you’re basically a pro at turning up the heat, huh? He lets out a loud, goofy laugh and taps you on the nose like you’re a golden retriever. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/mgLGVvqg/Air-Brush-20260425033540.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: Bingo! Knew you were one of the smart ones. You know what would be straight fire right now? Push-ups. But the fun kind—where someone’s riding on my back. Are you heavy? Don’t even matter. I can bench a ton, especially if it's got your curves. Looking into his eyes is like staring at a "Loading..." screen. You’re 100% sure that if you asked him to spell 'Honeymoon,' he’d actually glitch and restart. But then his gaze drops to your lips, looking at you like you’re the last meal on Earth. Suddenly, intellect feels high-key overrated for what you’ve got planned. You: Koa, babe... stop talking about workouts. Pretty sure this mansion has a bed big enough for both of us, and I’m dyin' to see if that 'paddling' technique of yours is actually worth the hype. Koa: Oh! You tryna see the technique right now? Let’s get it! I heard the sheets here have a high thread count, but I’m tryna end up... threadless. Ya know? Like... naked! Boom! Ha! You roll your eyes so hard it actually hurts, but a giggle escapes anyway as you grab his hand. He’s an idiot, but he’s your idiot for the night. However, before you can even take another step toward the stairs... (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "amor")'Honestly? This is hilarious. This is exactly why I signed up for this mess.' You let out a real laugh, throwing your head back. In a world full of guys tryna act all deep or mysterious, Koa’s brutal honesty and caveman humor are actually... refreshing. You: Koa, stop! That was absolute trash. But I’ll confess... I’m low-key a sucker for a bad joke. He laughs heartily, flashing those perfect teeth, and wraps an arm around your waist that makes you feel tiny. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/3wGYVXKX/Air-Brush-20260425032302.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: I knew it! Knew you were a real one. Most girls try way too hard to play hard to get, but you and me? Same vibe. Hey, you know what’d be straight fire right now? Push-ups. But like, the fun kind—where someone’s riding on my back. You move in a little closer, interlacing your fingers behind his neck, looking him dead in the eye with a challenge. You: You saying you can actually handle me? 'Cause fair warning, I’m a lot to deal with when I’m really... pushing back. Koa: Babe, I’d lift the whole damn villa for you. Even if you were a ton of bricks, I’d carry you to the top of a volcano just for the scenery... and let's be real, the best scenery is right here. Boom! Double combo! You: Koa, you’re a whole mood. Seriously. I love that energy. But how about we stop talking about trucks and start— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: Honestly? Not yet. I’m not saying they aren't good-looking, it’s just that they're all too... Jinnie: Dumb, arrogant, or gay? You lock eyes for a millisecond before you both burst into a fit of laughter and clink your glasses again, making a couple of the guys look over. You: Exactly. I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so. Jinnie: Honey, it’s not even a guess at this point. It’s a proven fact. You: I’m hoping it’s just first-day jitters. I mean, having cameras following you everywhere has to be a lot to handle. On cue, you both turn toward the nearest lens, flashing your best supermodel smiles. Jinnie blows a kiss and makes a heart with her fingers, and you do the exact same. Jinnie: Well, maybe the stupidity and the ego are just nerves... But if Brooks got that 'Whore' tattoo on his chest just because he was anxious, the boy definitely needs a specialist. You both laugh even louder, and this time Jinnie’s the one grabbing the bottle for a refill. You: Well, it’s not all lost, right? Not everyone has arrived yet. Jinnie: I hope so. But honestly, with those two—the straight ones, obviously—I can already tell this summer is gonna be interesting. You: Wait, are you actually going for them? (display: "Jinniequest")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: Well... Koa, maybe? Those boulders he calls biceps are literally the size of my head. It’s high-key impossible to look away from that much man-meat. Jinnie: Totally feel you. If I could choose my cause of death, 'strangled by Koa’s massive arms' would be right at the top of my list. Put it on my tombstone. You lock eyes for a millisecond before you both burst into a fit of laughter and clink your glasses again, making a couple of the guys look over. You: For real? I thought you’d think he was a total meathead. Jinnie: Oh, I do. I haven't heard him say something that actually requires a brain cell since he stepped off the boat. You: Well, we are on a reality show. Not exactly the place you go to find a rocket scientist, right? Jinnie: Let me put it this way: everything he says is like nails on a chalkboard. He’s such a tool. You: And you’re still down for it? You raise an eyebrow, trying to decode her logic. Jinnie takes a long sip of her drink while scanning Koa like he’s a prime cut of meat. Jinnie: Look, I’m here to hook up, not to have a debate. I’m pretty sure his voice would sound a lot less idiotic if he was just moaning in my ear instead of talking. You both laugh, and this time Jinnie’s the one grabbing the bottle for a refill. (display: "Jinniequest")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: I don't know... maybe Asmodée? I wouldn't mind a five-star dinner with him. Jinnie: Oh, he can definitely afford the bill. Remind me... how do you say 'Please, daddy' in French? You lock eyes for a millisecond before you both burst into a fit of laughter and clink your glasses again, making a couple of the guys look over. Jinnie: But seriously. We all love a gentleman, but is he... too much? I don't know about you, but sometimes I just need someone to pull my hair and tell me what to do. You glance over at Asmodée. He seems completely oblivious, finishing his glass of red wine. But then, he just picks up the bottle and drinks the rest straight from it. You: I don't know. He's so such an arrogant snob that I wouldn't be surprised if he’s the type to humiliate someone just for the fun of it. Like... spitting in your mouth kind of vibe. Jinnie: Someone? That’s a funny way to say your name. Or mine. You both laugh, and this time Jinnie’s the one grabbing the bottle for a refill. (display: "Jinniequest")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: Well... Maybe, if Brooks was straight I’d probably be all over that. Jinnie: Really? I mean, he’s cute, but he’s like... too cute? I’d lowkey feel like a criminal if I slept with him. You: Please. A criminal? It’s not like you’re stealing his innocence. Did you miss the tattoo? You lock eyes for a millisecond before you both burst into a fit of laughter and clink your glasses again, making a couple of the guys look over. Jinnie: Fair. But can you imagine having your legs on his shoulders and the word 'Whore' just staring you in the face the whole time? You: Why not? That way he wouldn't even have to say it. It’d be like having subtitles. You both laugh even louder, and this time Jinnie’s the one grabbing the bottle for a refill. Jinnie: Okay, you convinced me. I’m in. You: See? I told you he was hot. (display: "Jinniequest")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))Jinnie: Honestly? I came here to run through the whole roster. I wouldn't mind taking turns with all of them. As long as they keep their mouths shut and their hands busy, I’m good with the workload. 'Wow. The whole roster? She’s treating this villa like an all-you-can-eat buffet... how do I actually feel about it?' [[I'd probably do the same.]] [[Not my thing, but I respect the hustle.]] [[That's just pathetic.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $jinnie to "amistad")You: I feel you. Honestly, we might end up being way more than friends by the end of this summer. Jinnie: Wait—what do you mean by that? She stops mid-sip, her eyes boring into yours with a look that’s half-suspicious, half-intrigued. She’s studying your face like she’s trying to figure out if you're hitting on her or something way messier. You: You know! Like... Eskimo sisters. The tension in Jinnie’s face snaps, and she bursts into a loud, raspy laugh. You can't help but join in. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/ydkY1Dzq/Air-Brush-20260425045939.jpg" width="100%"> Jinnie: Girl, for a second there I thought you were gonna get all deep on me. Eskimo sisters? I’m down. I mean, sharing is caring, right? You: Preach. But hey, what if— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $jinnie to "amistad")You: Wow. I mean, it’s not really my thing, but hey—you do you! Get yours, girl. She laughs, waving her hand like she’s swatting away a fly. Jinnie: I'm not gonna force it, though. Can I tell you something? And don't judge me. She leans in closer, dropping her voice, and you give her a quick nod. Jinnie: It sounds so bad, but I'm used to getting what I want. I’m not the type to make the first move. Like, ever. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, acting all casual but knowing she’s the main character. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/MH0kqwHr/Air-Brush-20260425050923.jpg" width="100%"> Jinnie: I'm not tryna be a brat, it’s just facts. I’ve just never... had to. I just sit here, look like money, and let 'em come to me. You: So... ? Jinnie: So that's what I'll do. If they don't do it, their loss. I have goals, but if it doesn't happen, I’m not losing sleep over it. She shifts back into her seat, finding her "signature" angle and smoothing out her outfit with a smirk. You: It seems to me that's— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $jinnie to "odio")You: Wait, all of them? Don't you think you should, I don't know, have a little more self-respect than that? Jinnie stops laughing instantly. She studies you for a few beats, but the friendly vibe is officially dead. She doesn't even look mad—she just looks disappointed. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/s2Pg6k9B/Air-Brush-20260425050305.jpg" width="100%"> Jinnie: Come again? How exactly is that me disrespecting myself? You: I mean... how is anyone supposed to take you seriously if you're that easy? She rolls her eyes so hard you’re surprised they don't get stuck. Before you can even blink, she’s on her feet, turning her back to you. You: Look, I’m just being real with you. You don't have to get— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $brooks to "amistad")You: ...'cause you look like the type to actually get messy. I kept thinking, 'Man, hitting the clubs with this girl would be iconic. We’d be a total menace together.' But hey, if you’re trying to keep it boring... He tries his best to keep his bitch face on, hiding a smirk behind a long sip of his piña colada, but he fails miserably and ends up bursting into laughter. Brooks: Ugh, okay, you got me. You’re annoying, you know that? How am I supposed to stay in bitch-mode when you’re out here being all charming? You: Don’t sweat it. Your secret’s safe with me. You give him a quick wink, and he scoots over on the lounge chair to make some room. You hop on next to him. You: Besides, let’s be real. Even without the 'Whore' tat... The way you’re eyeing Koa, I definitely need way more pounds of muscle to even be on your radar. Brooks: Not at all. I mean, you’re clearly missing the 'main equipment,' girl, but I’ve never seen one that weighs in pounds. Lord, and I thought I was the one with the sweet tooth... You both burst into a fit of laughter and clink your glasses again, making a couple of the guys look over. Brooks: But for real though—why are you over here spilling tea with the gay instead of securing the bag? Girl, if I had your tits, trust me... I wouldn't be wasting this mouth on conversation. I'd be busy making these straight boys' lives a living hell. You: See, that's where we're different. If I had a dick, I’d probably just be doing the helicopter 24/7. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/7hgxqbZz/Air-Brush-20260425052401.jpg" width="100%"> You both howl even louder this time, and Brooks is already reaching for the blender to top you off. You: Anyway, you don’t need tits to get what you want. It’s so obvious you’re thirsting for some of these guys, so why not just shoot your shot? Brooks: Honestly? I was just being a saint and giving you and Jinnie a head start. But trust me, babes—once I actually decide to clock in? There won't be a single straight man left in this villa. You: Oh, please. As if— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $brooks to "amistad")You: ...'cause the options were looking a little thin, you know? Brooks looks you in the eye, definitely caught off guard by the honesty. Brooks: Wow. Okay. That was... blunt. A little rude, but I respect the hustle. You: Look at it this way: you’re not exactly the man of my dreams, and I’m definitely not a man, yet we're basically each other's best bets right now. Brooks: What makes you think you're my best bet, exactly? He leans back, half-amused, waiting for you to trip over your words. You: I brought you a piña colada. It literally doesn't get better than this. Brooks: A massive dick would be better. You: Not if it’s attached to that brain. You nod over at the guys, and Brooks finally cracks. He relaxes into the lounger, letting out a real laugh as you clink glasses. Brooks: Okay. You got me there. You: Though, I definitely saw you checking out Koa a second ago... You lower your voice to a knowing whisper and give him a playful nudge. You can practically see the heat rising in his ears. Brooks: Well, so what? The man's a total sight. You glance over at Koa, who—to your surprise—is already watching. He gives you a wink and theatrically flexes his biceps before turning back to the group. You: ...He definitely is. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/ncDF1RKB/Air-Brush-20260425052017.jpg" width="100%"> You both howl with laughter, and Brooks is already reaching for the blender to top you off. Brooks: I said he was a sight, I never said he was a good one. You: I think— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $brooks to "odio")You: ...'cause I felt a little sorry seeing you over here by yourself. You seemed kind of lost. Brooks stops mid-sip. He looks down at his glass, his expression turning into one of pure disgust. It’s like the drink—which he was totally enjoying a second ago—suddenly turned into straight soy sauce the moment those words left your mouth. He glares at you, slams the glass down on the coffee table like it’s radioactive. Brooks: Excuse me? I think you’re pretty confused, honey. If anyone's out of place here, it’s clearly you. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/VLDRDgYY/Air-Brush-20260425052045.jpg" width="100%"> His voice is way louder than it needs to be, making the others pause, throwing quick, awkward glances your way before going back to what they were doing. 'Okay... was I really that aggressive? Maybe I meant to be a little venomous, but was it that big of a deal?' You: Okay? Chill out. The way you were staring at Koa, not even knowing how to talk to him... it seems like the opposite to me. But hey, you do you, girl. You raise your hands and start to walk away. Suddenly, you definitely need something stronger than a mocktail. But Brooks isn't done. Brooks: Let's get one thing straight, girl. If you're looking for a storyline, find someone else to do your cheap drama. You can be as much of a bitch as you want, but don't ever try to out-bitch me. You stop dead in your tracks, half bored and half wondering what the hell is actually happening. You: Okay, what is your— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $asmodee to "amor")You: Definitely the arrogance. Are you really making this all about you already? You give him a subtle eye roll. He lets out a light, genuine laugh. He doesn’t look offended at all. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/02y7wNhM/Air-Brush-20260428115855.jpg" width="100%"> Asmodée: A slight oversight on my part. I must confess, I find a certain pleasure in inspiring admiration. Pray, can one truly be faulted for that, ma chérie? You: Well, I think— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $asmodee to "amor")You: Just my intuition, I guess. I don't really do 'low-tier.' I only vibe with people who are actually on my level. He gives you a look that’s genuinely impressed, raising his glass toward you, inviting you to join him in a toast. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/yd7mB3Pv/Air-Brush-20260425164107.jpg" width="100%"> Asmodée: I shall raise my glass to that. What a commendable virtue it is—to discern true merit, or indeed the utter lack of it, in others. And I quite concur. You: Oh, so you think—? (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $asmodee to "neutral")You: The way you speak is... unique. Someone this cultured usually comes from money. Am I right? He lets out a soft chuckle, but it sounds totally rehearsed—the kind of laugh people use in boardrooms when they’re about to close a deal. Asmodée: It is often whispered that adulation can unlock any door. You seem to possess an intimate understanding of that truth, ma chérie. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/bvpyZZBz/Air-Brush-20260428120156.jpg" width="100%"> You: Oh, I didn't mean to— (display: "Thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))The deck explodes into whistles and cheers, cutting right through the awkwardness. A new batch of heartbreakers is strutting down the catwalk, and the lineup is pure fire. There’s only one guy in this group, but damn—he’s a total unit. Tiffany: OH MY GOD! Hiiiii! Look at you all! How are you even real? Seriously, looking this snatched cost me a literal house and six months of recovery time. I'm a total Barbie lookalike, but I actually go by Tiffany. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wBFKcPWj/Air-Brush-20260425171410.jpg" width="100%"> She does this slow, calculated 360, serving pure "plastic is fantastic" energy. She’s curvy in all the right places—sculpted by the gym and, let’s be real, a very talented surgeon. Koa, who was still behind the bar fumbling with his drinks, looks like his brain just short-circuited. His eyes are basically devouring her. He’s clearly about to drop a cringe pick-up line when the new guy takes the mic. Sopuruchukwu : Well, I don't think I can top an entrance like that. My name is Sopuruchukwu, I am 28 years old, and… Wow! You are all really gorgeous, I think I have won the lottery. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/QtHXBhjP/Air-Brush-20260425171550.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: Sopuru-what? Damn, bro, that’s a mouthful. We’re just gonna call you Sopu, yeah? Or maybe Chuck? Sopuruchukwu: Oh, I... Actually, I'd rather you didn't. It's Sopuruchukwu. I... I know it takes a second to learn, but...my name holds a lot of meaning for me. I prefer hearing it spoken fully... Koa: Oh, hey... fair enough, man. Respect. Sopuruchukwu it is. Sopuruchukwu: Thanks. He reaches for one of the neon-colored monstrosities Koa left on the bar and takes a massive swig. You can see his jaw tighten as he swallows the "jet fuel," but he’s fighting for his life to keep a straight face. You can’t tell if he’s being polite or if his taste buds just went numb instantly. When he catches you checking him out, he gives you this shy, low-key smile. Sopuruchukwu: I think I should say something charming about how much you're staring... But having a girl as beautiful as you looking right back makes me forget all the stock lines I had prepared. You: I mean, I'd say you’re doing just fine. That was actually pretty smooth, not gonna lie. Sopuruchukwu: I didn't mean to sound cliché, it's just... Wow, all this camera stuff, and well... Being in paradise surrounded by amazing people can be a little overwhelming. Even against his deep, midnight-dark complexion, you can tell he’s low-key blushing. You: You know what? I think... Imani: Alright, I’ve let you guys flirt for long enough, but I just had to come over and say hi! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/qM8p6mHY/Air-Brush-20260425171441.jpg" width="100%"> The last girl in the group flashes a smile that’s straight-up blinding. She struts over, working those hips with a sway that’s total overkill, but she makes it look effortless and incredibly hot. Imani: I’m Imani. I’m bringing nothing but good vibes and straight-up unbridled lust. I hope you’re all ready for this Caribbean pearl, 'cause I am definitely not holding anything back! Brooks: Cute. Hope you’ve got thick skin, honey. You’ve gotta bring more than just 'vibes' if you want to make a real splash here. 'Good vibes' usually just get you sent home early. Imani: Oh, but lust definitely does the trick, babe. You’d be shocked how far a killer smile and a legendary blowjob can get you. Tiffany: Preach, girl! Facts. Why do you think I spent a literal fortune on these lips? Sopuruchukwu: For the smile? Koa bursts out laughing and slaps Sopuruchukwu on the back so hard the poor guy almost eats the floor. Koa just shakes his head, looking at him with pure pity before throwing a massive arm around his shoulders. Koa: C'mon, man! How have you survived this long in the wild, bro? These girls aren't talking about smiles, they're talking about dicks, dude! Imani: Not necessarily... Imani gives you a look that is straight-up electric, scanning you from head to toe with a hungry, playful glint in her eyes. Imani: You're definitely the real trophy in this villa. You’re literally the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. And just in case it wasn't clear—I’m a lesbian, and I am definitely coming for you. So, do I actually have a shot, or are you gonna be the first one to break my heart this summer? Tiffany, who was busy theatrically adjusting her cleavage, looks up and gives you a double take. Tiffany: That's it. What is the diet? Because I was always taught to eat everything on the menu... 'They're asking about my diet? Do I lean into the chaos, or shut it down before someone gets too attached?' [[Honestly? I don’t know yet. Ask me again after a few more rounds...]] [[Sorry, girls. I’ve always been about a solid piece of meat.]] [[Well, my diet is pretty basic. I’ve just always had a massive sweet tooth for a big chocolate bar.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $orientacion to "idontknow")You: Honestly? I don’t know yet. Ask me again after a few more rounds... Imani: Why wait? Let’s get this party started right now! She grabs the bottle, takes a massive swig, and passes it to you with a challenging smirk. Tiffany isn't far behind, doing exactly the same with her own drink like it’s a competition. Brooks: Exactly. I’m telling you guys: 'straight' is just a word people use before the party actually starts. Ask me how many 'straight' dudes I’ve ended up with after a wild night. Jinnie: Zero? Brooks: Exactly!—Wait, NO! Definitely not zero. It’s obviously way more than... <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/ydVZ2JX3/Air-Brush-20260425172907.jpg" width="100%"> You lose it and choke on the hot shot of tequila. The burn hits your throat hard, but you play it off, giving a full-on theatrical bow while the girls cheer you on. You: Okay, okay! For the record? I’m straight as an arrow. Though let's be real—we’re probably all gonna end up in the same bed anyway... right after we finish puking our guts out from being totally trashed. Jinnie: Amen to that! You catch Sopuruchukwu's eyes. He’s giving you a look that is 50% 'I am so impressed' and 50% 'I am genuinely mortified for your liver.' Meanwhile, Tiffany and Imani are already starting round two, winking at you to come back into the circle. (display: "Secondchoice")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $orientacion to "meat")You: Sorry, girls. I’ve always been about a solid piece of meat. I just really love dick—I mean, men! But I totally appreciate the elite taste, babe. Disappointment flashes across Imani's face for a split second, but she’s a pro—she just smirks and rolls with it. Imani: I respect the honesty, girl. Someone’s gotta do the heavy lifting, I guess. She winks at you, grabs your glass, and takes a massive, confident swig before handing it back. Imani: I mean, honestly... men? We really can't all have good taste. It’s a tragedy, but I'll forgive you. Jinnie: I’m straight, but I have to agree with you there. Men are... She cuts her eyes over to Koa. He’s currently hyper-focused on a 'Water Bottle Flip Challenge' using a full beer bottle. On his second attempt, the bottle shatters spectacularly against the marble, spraying foam everywhere. Instead of being embarrassed, Koa, Brooks, and Sopuruchukwu erupt into the loudest, dumbest laughter you’ve ever heard. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fWvfBsZn/Air-Brush-20260425173455.jpg" width="100%"> Tiffany: Uh-huh. Exactly. While everyone starts scrambling for napkins to clean up the mess, you catch Sopuruchukwu looking at you. He’s got this shy, almost childlike grin on his face, clearly enjoying the chaos but keeping his eyes locked on yours. Meanwhile, Tiffany and Imani have already moved on—they’re passing a fresh bottle back and forth, taking long, big swigs. (display: "Secondchoice")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $orientacion to "chocolate")You: Well, my diet is pretty basic. I’ve just always had a massive sweet tooth for a big chocolate bar. Imani: Just in bar form? What a waste... You give Sopuruchukwu a look that is straight-up thirsty. He takes a long, disciplined gulp of his drink, but you can see a tiny, polished smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He definitely caught the vibe and, low-key, he’s into it. Jinnie: I mean, I love chocolate too, obviously. But don't you think it’s a little... too sweet? Asmodée: Mesdames, your lack of discretion is—how shall I say?—as delicate as a cannon blast in a silent cathedral. Tiffany: Discretion? Why would I be subtle when the view is this good? Tiffany grabs a bottle and takes a straight-up legendary swig. She doesn’t even flinch as the liquid hits her throat—she swallows it like a total pro. You: Okay, maybe it's a little sweet. But honestly? I lose my mind every single time I’m facing a massive, huge... sugar overload. I just can’t say no. Jinnie: Girlyyy! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/P5dxKGtM/Air-Brush-20260425173710.jpg" width="100%"> Imani: Oh my God! You dirty bitch! You can feel the heat rising to your face, but it’s the good kind. Everyone bursts out laughing, clinking glasses and getting properly trashed. Meanwhile, Sopuruchukwu is watching you from behind his drink. He gives you this half-smile that’s equal parts 'I’m impressed' and 'I’m shy,' looking away quickly every time you try to lock eyes. (display: "Secondchoice")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Alright, the new arrivals are settled in and everybody is properly buzzed. It's the perfect time to pull someone for a little private chat. Who do I actually want to figure out first? [[Sopuruchukwu]] [[Imani]] [[Tiffany]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Sopuruchukwu looks so sweet I could literally lick him clean. Though, those abs have something to do with it too.' (if: $orientacion is "idontknow")[You give your bikini a little tug, run a hand through your hair, and get ready to make your move. But before you can even take a step, you look up and—surprise—he’s already right there. Sopuruchukwu: Hey! That was a nice drink you had a moment ago. I think the only person I have ever seen drink like that is my uncle. He is a mechanic. He gives you this shy little grin, totally clueless that he just dropped the least sexy pickup line in history. Once he catches the look on your face, he starts backpedaling so hard it’s almost painful. Sopuruchukwu: Wait! I mean, I don't mean to say you look like my mechanic uncle, it is just that you drink like my mechanic uncle, which is impressive, because... I mean... You: I get what you meant. You give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. You can actually hear him swallow hard at the touch, and you let out a little laugh, totally vibing with the effect you're having on him. Sopuruchukwu: Well, they say making them laugh is the first step, right? You: So I’ve heard. You let your fingertips trail just a tiny bit across his incredible dark skin. It’s a subtle move, but you know exactly what you’re doing. Sopuruchukwu: Yeah. So, I...uh... man, I probably look like a total idiot right now, don't I? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/CxtwFr23/Air-Brush-20260425175608.jpg" width="100%"> He sighs and shakes his head, as if scolding himself. But when he looks back at you, his vibe shifts. That nervous energy is replaced by a flash of real confidence. Sopuruchukwu: You can't blame me for getting nervous. I was trying to get closer to the prettiest girl in the whole place. He flashes you a smile that’s part sweet, part the sexiest thing you've ever seen, and suddenly, you’re the one struggling for words. You: Well, I— He chuckles, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth now. Sopuruchukwu: You have to teach me how to drink like that. For a moment, I feared for your throat. You: Don't even worry about it. Trust me, my throat can handle that and then some. It can handle pretty much anything you throw at it. You’re actually shocked at your own boldness and laugh to keep it light, but you feel him instantly tense up under your hand. Just like that, his cool guy persona vanishes and the stutter is back in full force. Sopuruchukwu: Wow... That was... I mean, I'd throw my—... No, I... I wouldn't... wait... Damn.](if: $orientacion is "meat")[You give your bikini a little tug, run a hand through your hair, and get ready to make your move. But before you can even take a step, you look up and—surprise—he’s already right there. Sopuruchukwu: Wow. Koa made quite a mess over there, huh? He says it with a soft, low chuckle—the kind of deep laugh that you can practically feel in the air around you. You: But seriously, who plays with a glass bottle? You facepalm, laughing along with him. In the distance, you can see Tiffany desperately trying to stop Koa before he tries to chuck it a second time. Sopuruchukwu: I bet I could do it. You: Please do not try... No! Sopuruchukwu! You watch, half-terrified, as he tosses the beer bottle he’s holding. It spins gracefully in the air and lands perfectly straight, right in the center of his palm. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/P5cdtVck/Air-Brush-20260425175528.jpg" width="100%"> Sopuruchukwu: See? You: You’re insane. If that had shattered... Sopuruchukwu: But it didn't. The secret? I didn't do it on a marble countertop. He flashes you this proud, genuine grin that’s so infectious you can't help but laugh with him. Sopuruchukwu: And since I won the bet... You: Hold up! I never actually agreed to a bet! Sopuruchukwu: You have to give me something in return. You’re all set to argue your case, but suddenly, he’s so close that your brain just kind of short-circuits. In that second, a much better idea than arguing hits you. You: Okay. Fine. You give him your most seductive smile, your whole body shifting with a slow, feline grace. You trail your fingertips slowly across his shoulder, feeling his muscles tense up the second you touch him. You: Did you have something specific in mind? You’re expecting a smooth comeback, a move, anything but the total system failure that follows. Sopuruchukwu: What? No—I mean, I didn’t... I... uh... It’s not that I... just... honestly... shit... I'm sorry... It’s just that you...](if: $orientacion is "chocolate")[You give your bikini a little tug, run a hand through your hair, and get ready to make your move. You strut over, owning every inch of your body, and lean against the bar right next to him. You know for a fact he’s checking you out, but the seconds tick by and he doesn't seem about to make a move. You: Enjoying the view? Sopuruchukwu: What? I— No, I just... uh... You: This mansion is insane, and the ocean? It literally feels like paradise, doesn't it? Sopuruchukwu: Oh, yeah... yeah, I mean, obviously. It is a total paradise. You let out a low, breathy laugh, and Sopuruchukwu definitely feels the shift in energy. His eyes, bright against his dark skin, give him away as they instinctively drift down to your cleavage. Sopuruchukwu: Definitely paradise. He immediately snaps his eyes away, nervously scratching the back of his neck. He’s turning a shade of red you didn’t even know was possible. You: What’s up? You seem a little... rattled. Sopuruchukwu: Me? Of course not. It is just that... I heard when you... And the chocolate... I mean... He swallows hard, and suddenly, you burst out laughing. You sit up straight to look him dead in the eye, flashing your most seductive smile. You: Was that wrong of me? Sopuruchukwu: Definitely not. If you like chocolate, I hope... You: What was that? Sopuruchukwu: If you like chocolate, I hope you brought insulin, because I have one so huge here it could give you the diabetes... He blurts out the line so fast you almost miss it. But judging by the way he’s blushing—and you’ve never seen anyone look that flustered—you know he definitely said it. Sopuruchukwu: God, I didn't mean to... It’s actually adorable and you can't help but giggle, but the second you try to step toward him, he takes a clumsy step back, knocking over a bunch of glasses on the bar and making a total mess. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/GmNbcgNn/Air-Brush-20260425175642.jpg" width="100%"> Sopuruchukwu: Shit! I—I need a towel... I’m so...] 'God, this man is a straight 11/10, but if he glitches every time I flirt, we’re gonna have a problem.' [[I need someone who actually takes charge. And clearly? This guy is not that guy.]] [[He’s failing miserably at playing it cool, but the tension is definitely there. It’s time to push him right over the edge.]] [[Okay, I’m gonna dial it back. The poor guy looks like he’s one spicy comment away from a total meltdown.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Imani is such a vibe. You can never have too many real ones in a place like this, right?' You haven't even made a move to get up when Imani struts over, swaying those hips she knows exactly how to use. Imani: This seat for me? You: All yours. Imani: Damn. I was lowkey hoping I’d have to sit on your lap. She gives you a cheeky wink and drops down next to you, letting out a deep, raspy laugh. Imani: Just playing. I’m not the type to force a vibe if you’re not down for it. I'm not that girl. You: I know. And hey, I get it—it’s hard to ignore all... this. You strike an over-the-top, ridiculous pose that’s way more funny than sexy, and you both lose it laughing. Imani: Yes, it is. Luckily I signed up for a show full of smokeshows, so... yeah, I’ll find a way to get over that pretty face of yours. You raise an eyebrow, definitely intrigued. You: So... you already got your eye on someone? Imani: I mean, maybe. All three of 'em are hot as hell, so it’d be a crime not to. You: Is it Jinnie? Or Tiffany? She mimics zipping her lips shut, making you pout immediately. You: Oh, c'mon, girl! Don't be like that. Imani: I don't know, I don't know... who do you actually ship me with? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hv57c1qW/Air-Brush-20260426031101.jpg" width="100%"> She strikes her own pose this time, and you look her over with total "life-or-death" seriousness. [[Definitely Tiffany!]] [[I’m gonna have to go with... Jinnie?]] [[Honestly? I don't see you with anyone.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'It's about time Bratz and Barbie teamed up.' As you walk up to Tiffany, you’ve gotta admit—she’s an absolute vision. It’s not just the curves; it’s the commitment. Head to toe, she’s a pink explosion—from the makeup and jewelry to those impossibly long nails. You: Okay, how the hell did you even score a neon pink drink with a matching umbrella? Tiffany: I just said a pink drink would be a mood, and Big Foot over there practically tripped over himself to make it happen. Want a sip? You: I’m good, thanks. Tiffany: Just saying. She sighs, sets the melting mess on the table like it’s trash, and stands up. Tiffany: I was actually thinking of whipping up a Clover Club. You down to help? You: Let’s do it. What do we need? You give her a smirk and she flashes one back. You grab the ingredients and watch, totally fascinated, as Tiffany starts mixing. She’s moving with this effortless, pro-level flair that makes the whole bar look like a stage. You: C'mon, girl! Get it! Show 'em how it’s actually done. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/vZymJNpL/Air-Brush-20260425174124.jpg" width="100%"> Tiffany: If we’re gonna get a buzz, we’re doing it in style. Here, help me slice these berries for the garnish. You follow her lead, prepping the raspberries and strawberries. Tiffany: Now for the main event. Watch this—the guys always lose their minds. She gives you a quick wink, and out of nowhere, she wedges the shaker right between her tits and starts shaking it like her life depends on it. You whoop loudly, and suddenly, every head in the villa turns toward the bar. Koa: Boom! Now that's what I’m talking about! Asmodée: Well, that is certainly a spectacle to behold. Tiffany pours the drinks and hands you one. You’re clapping and laughing, and she leans in with a smirk. Tiffany: There. Two pink drinks for the two baddest girls in the house. Cheers! You: Cheers! To the sexiest drink of my life. That was insane! Where did you even learn to do that? Tiffany: Let’s just say it wasn't with a shaker. She winks again and you both lose it laughing. Tiffany: It’s not even that hard. I can teach you if you want. 'Could she actually teach me that? I want to learn?' [[OH MY GOD, YES!]] [[Maybe later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this drink.]] [[Okay, it was funny and all, but I’m not really trying to be that... vulgar.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $tiffany to "amistad")You: OH MY GOD, YES. Tiffany: Okay, pay attention... She shows you the grip, and after a few tries and a lot of giggling, you’re starting to get the hang of it. But then comes the hard part. Tiffany: Now, for the money shot. Put it right in the center. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/KjKKY3NC/Air-Brush-20260425174750.jpg" width="100%"> You try to copy her, but the second that freezing cold metal hits your skin, you let out a tiny shriek and nearly drop the whole thing. You: Ouch! It’s freezing! How do you even stand that? Tiffany: Oops! Forgot the first step: you gotta kill your nerve endings with some sketchy back-alley surgery in Tijuana. You’re still laughing while you grab a rag to clean up the splash you made. You: Man, I really wanted to shake— (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $tiffany to "amistad")You: Maybe later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this drink. Tiffany: Fair enough. Go for it—give me the verdict. You take a sip, and the raspberry flavor hits you like an explosion. It’s that perfect sweet-to-tart ratio that makes it impossible to put down. You: Holy... okay, how is something with raw egg in it so good? Tiffany: Actually, I used aquafaba. You know, just in case you were vegan or just... not into drinking raw eggs. You: Well, whatever it is, I’m definitely gonna need another glass. Tiffany lets out a high-pitched, totally infectious giggle that makes you smile despite yourself. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cL6sGGFk/Air-Brush-20260425175224.jpg" width="100%"> Tiffany: Next time, we’re definitely making Strawberry Mudslides. You: Do you also make that one with— (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $tiffany to "odio")You: Okay, it was funny and all, but I’m not really trying to be that... vulgar. It’s just not my vibe. Tiffany tries to force a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes—and for once, it’s definitely not the Botox. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/L8kVSGh4/Air-Brush-20260425174204.jpg" width="100%"> Tiffany: Right. We aren't on the same level, are we? Enjoy your drink. She doesn't wait for an answer. She just turns on her heel and struts over to the other girls, who immediately welcome her back with cheers and hype. 'Did I say something—' (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $imani to "amistad")You: Definitely Tiffany! She doesn’t even say anything. She just takes a long, slow sip of her drink, but you can see her face turning deep red. You: Ooooh! Imani and Tiffany, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S— Imani practically lunges at you, trying to cover your mouth while looking absolutely mortified. Imani: Girl, keep it down! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/BbV14Bf2/Air-Brush-20260426031202.jpg" width="100%"> Her voice is a frantic whisper. You: Wait, where did this shy girl come from? You were acting so bold with me a minute ago. You stare at her, and for a second, it looks like she’s actually gonna combust. Then she finally breaks and starts laughing, the tension totally melting. Imani: Well, that’s why! Can you imagine getting curved twice in the same day on national TV? You: And how do you even know she’d— (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $imani to "amistad")You: I’m gonna have to go with... Jinnie? Imani’s eyes go wide for a split second. Imani: For real? I mean, she’s gorgeous, but... You: Then it's Tiffany?! You say it way too loud, and Imani practically lunges at you to shut you up, looking absolutely mortified. Imani: Girl, keep it down! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fyr0DfQF/Air-Brush-20260426031132.jpg" width="100%"> Her voice is a frantic whisper. You: Wait, where did this shy girl come from? You were acting so bold with me a minute ago. You stare at her, and for a second, it looks like she’s actually gonna combust. Then she finally breaks and starts laughing, the tension totally melting. Imani: Well, that’s why! Can you imagine getting curved twice in the same day on national TV? You: And how do you even know she’d— (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $imani to "odio")You: Honestly? I don't really see you with anyone. Imani's smile falters, replaced by a look of pure confusion. She definitely wasn't expecting you to kill the vibe like that. Imani: Wow. Okay. That’s lowkey harsh. We were just playing along... You: Hey, you’re the one who asked. She stands up abruptly, turning her back to you. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/brB2p9jf/Air-Brush-20260426031232.jpg" width="100%"> Imani: You’re right. My bad. You: Hey, wait—don't get all in your feels over a joke... (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $sopuru to "neutral")'I need someone who actually takes charge. And clearly? This guy is not that guy. He’s giving... zero spice.' You: Did I say something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Sopuruchukwu: What? No, not at all! It’s just... I... why would you think that? No, we’re good. You: I don't know, it feels like every time I open my mouth, you literally short-circuit. Maybe I’m just too much for you and I didn't realize it. Sopuruchukwu: What? No, I... He sighs, and his vibe shifts from nervous to straight-up embarrassed. He looks like a puppy that just got scolded. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/mkQv7BTp/Air-Brush-20260426042617.jpg" width="100%"> Sopuruchukwu: I guess I’m just more low-key than people think. I like to observe, vibe, listen... It takes me a minute to open up and do these... You: And actually flirt? Sopuruchukwu: That’s not what I meant. You: I get it. You soften your tone, but that "hunter" energy in your eyes is officially dead. He’s looking at you with this wholesome tenderness that is actually kind of frustrating. You: You’re a romantic, aren't you? The type who asks for a permission slip before he even thinks about a kiss. Sopuruchukwu: Would that be a bad thing? You: Of course not. It’s... 'noble', Sopuruchukwu. For real. You pat his arm—not because you want to feel his muscles, but more like you’re saying goodbye to a cousin. You: Hey, I think Jinnie needs me to... rescue her from Koa. Yeah, she’s looking real stressed over there. It was nice meeting you. You're... quite the gentleman. You walk away with a determined stride, feeling the weight of a wasted 10/10 face. He’s gorgeous, polite, and probably the most husband-material guy here. But you didn't come here to find a husband; you came for the chaos. You want a guy who takes your breath away before he even remembers your name. (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $sopuru to "neutral")'He’s failing miserably at playing it cool, but the tension is definitely there. It’s time to push him right over the edge.' You: Something wrong? You take a long, deliberate step forward, completely erasing any trace of personal space. You’re standing so close you can feel the heat off him, forcing him to look down just to hold your gaze. Sopuruchukwu: What? No, not at all! It’s just... I... why would you think that? No... I... I... You: You seem a little... overwhelmed. Sopuruchukwu: What? No, I... I guess... He sighs, and suddenly the awkwardness isn't just nerves—it’s a total system failure. He looks high-key embarrassed. Sopuruchukwu: I guess I’m just way more low-key than I look. I like to vibe, to listen... It takes me a minute to open up and actually do this whole... flirt thing. You: You’re dangerously cute, Sopuruchukwu. For real. Your voice drops a full octave, charging the air with an energy that leaves zero room for doubt. You see his pupils dilate. He’s blinking fast, and a light sheen of sweat starts to glisten on his forehead. You: But 'deep talks' have a time and place... and right now? With this sun and this beat? I’ve got other... depths... on my mind. He swallows hard. You notice him trying to hold your gaze, but his eyes keep darting all over your face, finally settling on your lips with a mix of pure hunger and genuine social anxiety. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SK1kKSKJ/Air-Brush-20260426041752.jpg" width="100%"> Sopuruchukwu: It’s just... isn't it a bit fast? We’ve known each other for like, ten minutes. I don’t want you thinking I’m... that kind of guy. You: I’m not judging you, Sopuruchukwu. I just think you look incredibly hot when you blush like that. Sopuruchukwu: Oh... I... I... I... (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $sopuru to "amor")'Okay, I’m gonna dial it back. The poor guy looks like he’s one spicy comment away from a total meltdown. Let’s give him some air. You: Something wrong? Sopuruchukwu: What? No, not at all! It’s just... I... why would you think that? No, we’re good. I'm fine. You: Really? Because I feel like I’m being a bit too much, or maybe just too direct... Sopuruchukwu: What? No, I... He sighs, and his vibe shifts from flustered to straight-up adorable. He looks like a puppy that knows it’s in trouble but doesn't know why. Sopuruchukwu: I guess I’m just way more low-key than people expect. I like to vibe, observe, listen... It just takes me a second to get into the whole... 'flirt mode', I guess. You: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it awkward. I just thought... Sopuruchukwu: Don’t even apologize! It’s fine. I mean, this is a reality show, right? This is how it’s supposed to go. I signed up for this. You: Still. I should’ve noticed you weren't feeling it. Sopuruchukwu: Hey! I wasn't not feeling it... Honestly? It’s actually sexy to see a girl who’s that confident. It’s a little bit intimidating, but in a good way. He laughs, and the sound is deep, rich, and actually real. Sopuruchukwu: I think I just got in my head about... well, about not being up to par. You look up at him—and yeah, you really have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. You let out a soft laugh, feeling the tension finally melt into something sweet. You: Trust me, you're up to par. He smiles, and you realize he’s even more of a 10/10 when he’s just being himself. His skin is so dark it literally glows with these bluish undertones that look insane under the villa lights. He catches you scanning him and chuckles. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Nj0B2rsM/Air-Brush-20260428024849.jpg" width="100%"> Sopuruchukwu: I guess I’ve got my own thing going on, huh? You: Well, I didn't go full-attack mode for nothing, did I? You both laugh, and he takes a step toward you—totally natural, no forced move, just pure magnetism. You’re smiling to yourself, thinking you finally cracked the code, but before you can say another word... (display: "Finally")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))Everywhere you look, it’s pure paradise: shimmering sand, crystal-clear water, and a downright obscene amount of luxury. You've got ten absolute smokeshows with killer bodies looking for nothing but no-strings-attached sex. Everywhere you look, there’s a promise: that this will, without a doubt, be the filthiest, most raunchy summer of your life. But here’s the thing about promises—not all of them are kept. And this one? It’s looking like it might be... Too Hot To Handle. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hhR73bFs/Air-Brush-20260426044133.jpg" width="100%"> (text-colour:black)+(bg:cyan)[[Straight woman]] (text-colour:black)+(bg:cyan)[[Straight man]] (link-repeat: "Load Game")[ (load-game: "Slot1") ]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Holy shit... looks like I went way too hard at the party last night. Either I’m still tripping balls, or I straight-up blacked out and woke up in fucking Heaven.' As you head down the wooden walkway, one thing hits you right away: the views from this mansion are absolutely insane. You’re already picturing all the micro-bikinis that will greet you in all this luxury, but when the bar finally pops up, you’re seeing way more body hair than hot baddies. Three men—thankfully NOT in micro-bikinis—are waiting for you with these huge-ass grins and a bottle of champagne. They’re all certified snacks, they're all yours to choose from, and they're all definitely not what you had in mind. 'I only get one shot at a grand entrance, and with all this testosterone in the air, I gotta stand out. What’s my opening move?' [[Well, you're not exactly what I ordered, but I'm not complaining.]] [[Hey, beauties!... Yeah, I know you're guys, so what?]] [[Is this some sinister plan from the Gay Agenda?]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $choice to "beauties")You: Hey, beauties!... Yeah, I know you're guys, so what? Brooks: Careful throwing around words like 'beauties' on day one, Mr. Hunk. If you're gonna hype me up like that, by nightfall, you'll be calling me... way less respectful names, I promise you. For now, just call me Brooks. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/BbmW8BTL/Air-Brush-20260426061754.jpg" width="100%"> A little blond guy is the first to open his mouth. He’s not even trying to hide the hunger in his eyes—which, by the way, aren't exactly focused on your face. But it's not his arrogance that’s got you speechless. It’s more the fact that you can’t tell what’s more distracting: his tiny physique, that massive chest tattoo, or the fact that he looks like he belongs in a high school hallway rather than a villa full of singles. But before you can even wrap your head around it, an elegant guy glides over and hands you a drink. He’s all charming smiles when he’s looking at you, but the second he glances at the kid, he hits him with a look of straight-up disgust. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Xvp2c8h9/Air-Brush-20260428120149.jpg" width="100%"> Asmodée: Are you truly intent on revealing your true colors so soon? The gentleman is merely indulging in a bit of levity. Do try to stop making him feel quite so uncomfortable. He clinks his glass against yours, the ring of the champagne flute perfectly matching the vibe of his—definitely extra—French accent. Asmodée: My name is Asmodée Lefebvre-D'Argence. It is a distinct pleasure to make your acquaintance. And I shall accept the compliment.... You're quite beautiful too, if we are to follow the thread of the joke... For it was a joke, was it not? You can see the doubt in his eyes—can’t tell if he’s intrigued or just looking for the nearest exit—but the moment gets wrecked fast when a mountain of a man bursts in with a snort. He moves in close, his insane shoulders blocking the light so completely that his blinding smile is the only thing left glowing in the whole place. Koa: It's obviously a joke, man! The muscular giant clobbers the Frenchman with a back-slap so hard it sends him stumbling a few steps—just enough to wedge himself right between you two. Before you can even blink, he squeezes your shoulder with a grip that can only be pure showing off. Koa: Don't let him try to insult your intelligence, bro! He's been tryna flex on everyone by speakin' some fancy language since he got here. You’d have to be a total idiot not to realize we ain't girls, right? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/sxTFB4YM/Air-Brush-20260426191524.jpg" width="100%"> And suddenly, between the arrogance overload and your shoulder practically screaming for help, you feel it: a heavy gaze from someone who definitely wasn't there when you first walked in... right? Jinnie: Let me guess, Koa... It took you twenty minutes to figure that out? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/d35M7j20/Air-Brush-20260426060734.jpg" width="100%"> You freeze mid-step. 'Wait... backtrack. Where did she come from?' You had counted three jerks and not a single baddie in sight, but there she is, drink in hand, looking hot as hell and sweet as heaven. A petite woman—who definitely wasn't there when you first stepped in... right?—walks toward the group, rolling her eyes so hard that by the time she finally turns to you, you’re actually surprised to find a warm, welcoming look in her eyes. Jinnie: Well, look at you, handsome... I'm Hye-Jin, but everyone just calls me Jinnie. Koa: Of course not, silly girl! I just had to check for boobs, duh! She blanks him completely, her focus snapping onto you like a laser. Jinnie: So, you called these idiots 'beauties'? I really hope you have something better for me... You: Trust me, I can think of a few options. Jinnie: Maybe I’d like to hear 'em... You: Oh... it’s definitely going to be a long, messy-ass summer, right? (display: "Brookanswer")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $choice to "gayagenda")You: Is this some sinister plan from the Gay Agenda? Koa: The Gay Agenda?! Fuck, bro, are you saying that... <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/t4nhgtDZ/Air-Brush-20260426060524.jpg" width="100%"> You see the panic in his eyes and smirk for a second—just tryng to be chill and get along—but you’re not even sure if the mountain of a man in front of you is playing along. Koa: ...we have schedules?! Brooks: Oh, we have them. About time you stopped being a complete idiot. Here's the memo. Koa: For real?! Nobody told me the rules. I’m gonna get booted on day one! A blonde guy turns to you, giving you a slow-ass hunger scan like you’re a piece of meat at the market. It’s only then that you spot the massive tattoo across his chest. Calling him a "guy" feels like a reach, though—he’s got such a baby face you’d swear he’s more high school student than "hot eligible bachelor." Brooks: Hope you’re smarter than these clowns, or at least that you're packing something serious down there. Anyway, I’m Brooks, but you can call me 'my little slut' if that’s more your speed. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9QwGft1w/Air-Brush-20260426053852.jpg" width="100%"> You: I'll stick with Brooks, thanks. Brooks: We'll see. Asmodee: Now that this petite fellow's—rather tasteless, I must say—spectacle has concluded, shall I offer you a drink, my friend? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/d04WGf4G/Air-Brush-20260428115800.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: I’ll keep the toppings comin’! Looks like you really need a Koa 'Special Lava' cocktail to spice things up. Get ready for an eruption of flavors, man! Boom! Asmodée: ... Less exertion for me, I suppose. My name is Asmodée Lefebvre-D'Argence. It is a distinct pleasure to make your acquaintance. You: Nice to— Koa: Boom! There he is! One 'Koa Special,' comin' in hot! Watch the splash, brother—this bad boy hits like a truck. Koa sends the glass skidding across the bar, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. You’re just about to grab it when a dry, bored voice stops you dead. Jinnie: Honestly? I’d skip that. Unless you’re looking to black out before the sun even sets. You pull your hand back, freezing mid-step. 'Wait... backtrack. Where did she come from?' You had counted three jerks and not a single baddie in sight, but there she is, drink in hand, looking hot as hell and sweet as heaven. A petite woman—who definitely wasn't there when you first stepped in... right?—walks toward the group, rolling her eyes so hard that by the time she finally turns to you, you’re actually surprised to find a warm, welcoming look in her eyes. Jinnie: Hi, handsome. I'm Hye-Jin, but everyone just calls me Jinnie. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cCb9y9M0/Air-Brush-20260426061928.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: Hey, easy there, sunshine! Don’t be salty. I’m just bein' friendly, not gay, alright? I got plenty of love—and tequila—for everyone! She blanks him completely, her focus snapping onto you like a laser. Jinnie: So... did you actually survive that first impression? I mean, of all of us. You: Well, I was expecting a warm welcome, but this? It’s definitely going to be a long, very busy summer. (display: "Brookanswer")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $choice to "complain")You: Well, you're not exactly what I ordered, but I'm not complaining. An imposing man with oiled skin as radiant as the sun—and a smile even brighter—bursts out laughing. He practically leaps toward you, his feet hitting the wooden deck with a heavy thud that you can feel in your toes, and he slaps you on the back with a hand that feels like a literal sack of bricks. You almost get sent flying straight into the bushes. Koa: Exactly! Why even complain? The second I saw you walkin' up, I told myself, 'Koa, that guy looks like he knows the vibes.' I’m Koa, the new Big Kahuna of this place, but you can just call me 'Mr. Abs' if that’s easier for you to remember. He leans into your space, "accidentally" flexing while he gives you a slow once-over, his eyes narrowing for a second. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/1Xm2Z7gF/Air-Brush-20260426055401.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: Hey, don’t feel intimidated by all this, alright? Variety is the spice of life! I’m sure some girls out there actually prefer a lower level of muscle, huh? Jinnie: Or a higher level of brain cells. You freeze mid-step. 'Wait... backtrack. Where did she come from?' You had counted three jerks and not a single baddie in sight, but there she is, drink in hand, looking hot as hell and sweet as heaven. A petite woman—who definitely wasn't there when you first stepped in... right?—walks toward the group, rolling her eyes so hard that by the time she finally turns to you, you’re actually surprised to find a warm, welcoming look in her eyes. Jinnie: You clocked the guys before me? Should I be worried? She grazes your shoulder with her fingertips, smirking as she watches your skin prickle. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/tJqwHv1P/Air-Brush-20260426060415.jpg" width="100%"> Jinnie: I'm Hye-Jin, but everyone just calls me Jinnie. Koa: Brains? Who needs 'em when you’re packing two cannons like these? She blanks him completely, her focus snapping onto you like a laser. Jinnie: You seem interesting. Let’s just hope there’s more to you than just a pretty face and a killer body. She winks and gives your stomach a playful poke—clearly checking out the goods. You tense up, more as a reflex, but you can tell she’s lowkey impressed. Brooks: So much for saying you wanted to eat him alive? Please, girl... nobody’s judging you here. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/yxYshJmj/Air-Brush-20260428030030.jpg" width="100%"> It’s only then that you spot the massive tattoo across the chest of the blond guy, who’s currently hiding a smug little smirk behind his drink. Calling him a "guy" feels like a reach, though—he’s got such a baby face you’d swear he’s more high school student than "hot eligible bachelor." Asmodee: You truly intend to eat him, don't you? We all know you are frightfully direct, not to mention utterly shameless. Unfortunately, you make it quite impossible for one to withhold judgment. The last guy finally speaks up, but his comment has a venomous bite to it that feels nothing like friendly banter. Between his stiff, overly formal way of speaking and the look of pure disgust he’s throwing at the boy, it’s hard to tell if he’s even joking. So, when he turns to you with a smile that’s actually dazzling and somehow totally charming, it catches you completely off guard. Asmodée: Do pardon the petite creature. The poor fellow is still waiting for someone of his own... level—someone who is clearly not you, as you appear to be a person of genuine refinement. My name is Asmodée Lefebvre-D'Argence. It is a distinct pleasure to make your acquaintance. He fills a glass and hands it to you with a smirk. You take a sip, letting the bubbles hit while you process the chaos. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/6qWgNb7L/Air-Brush-20260426061721.jpg" width="100%"> You: Well, I was expecting a warm welcome, but this? It’s definitely going to be a long, very busy summer... (display: "Brookanswer")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))Aitana: Finally! I hope you guys are way more fun than these two... So, show your titties, bitches! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/qMrH1gDR/Air-Brush-20260426185738.jpg" width="100%"> A gorgeous, high-energy woman struts in, and the deck practically vibrates with the cheers. Behind her, another stunning girl follows, but your eyes are glued to the guy—a total heartbreaker with incredible hair and a face that belongs on a billboard. Xuānháo: Yeah... she actually went there. How’s it going, everyone? I’m Xuānháo. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fTsQ8kqW/Air-Brush-20260426185644.jpg" width="100%"> He approaches with his hands in his pockets, giving a cool, effortless nod. Beside him, a girl with sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes practically floats across the deck. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/SN4bgj1y/Air-Brush-20260426185709.jpg" width="100%"> Yiota: 'Sup. Aitana: See what I mean? For a second there, I legit thought I’d accidentally signed up for some boring meditation show. She rolls her eyes with a smirk, letting everyone know she’s just playing. Aitana: By the way, I’m Aitana. Nice to meet you all. Koa: Don't you worry, babe. If you're looking for action, you found the right man. Get in my bed tonight, and I promise 'meditation' will be the last thing on our minds. Koa, being Koa is the first to pounce. While he’s busy bombarding Aitana with his usual cringe-worthy charm, you take the chance to slide over to the other two. You: So, what's your name? The woman gives you a sleepy but friendly look, her face breaking into a huge, slow smile. Yiota: Yiota. You: Not much of a talker, are you, Yiota? Yiota: To be real with you? I’m higher than Bob Marley at a reggae concert. She stares at you for a long beat, totally deadpan, until she finally bursts out laughing. Yiota: Just kidding. Production stripped me of everything before I even touched the dock. Sad times. Xuānháo: I can vouch for that. I guess we’ll just have to make do with nothing but free booze and non-stop sex to keep us busy all summer. What a tragedy. Yiota: Not complaining. You: There are worse ways to spend a summer, I suppose. Sopuruchukwu: Wow, you guys are on another level, aren't you? Xuānháo: Isn't that literally the whole point of being here? Getting wasted and hooking up until we’re absolutely done with it? Imani: Maybe you. I don't plan on getting tired of it anytime soon. Sopuruchukwu: Seriously? Are we really just a bunch of uncontrolled sex beasts? Tiffany: Uhm, obviously. Welcome to the show, honey. Asmodée: I was somewhat reluctant to state the obvious, but... Jinnie: Yeah, pretty much. 'Am I just a hot girl looking for casual sex?' [[Yes, proudly! No-strings-attached sex is great!]] [[I don't know. I love hooking up, but I'm open to other possibilities.]] [[No. I came here to find a connection; I do want to fall in love.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $elige to "sexcasual")You: Hell yeah, and proud of it! o-strings-attached sex is basically a lifestyle at this point. Why catch feelings when you can just catch an orgasm? Xuānháo: I’ll drink to that, gorgeous. My kind of girl. Brooks: Exactly! Like... duh. I don’t just talk the talk. I literally got the lifestyle tattooed right here. Jinnie: Right? Like, who’s actually out here saying no to good sex? Xuānháo fills your glass to the very brim, his eyes locking onto yours as he clinks his drink against yours. He’s definitely making a move. The others join in the toast, the energy on the deck hitting a serious high. Sopuruchukwu looks thoughtful for a second, adjusting his posture before raising his glass with a polite, genuine smile. Sopuruchukwu: Well, I'm here for a reason, right? Sex is amazing, yeah. Aitana: See?! Everyone folds eventually! Never, ever underestimate the power of a world-class orgasm. It’s the ultimate icebreaker! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/3JNLgq38/Air-Brush-20260427020557.jpg" width="100%"> Yiota: Cheers to casual sex and hard drugs! Yiota, who had been zoned out for a minute, finishes her entire drink in one massive gulp before blinking slowly at the group. Yiota: What? Everyone stares at her in dead silence for a beat, processing the slip-up, before the whole group bursts into absolute hysterics. The vibe is insane, the alcohol is flowing like a waterfall, and the "good girl" act is officially dead and buried. Xuānháo refills your glass immediately, clearly waiting for a gap in the conversation to pull you aside. But Aitana and Yiota are such a chaotic, amusing mystery that you’re not sure if you want to leave the circle just yet. (display: "Terceraop")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $elige to "nolose")You: I don't know. I’m definitely all about the hookups, but if a real vibe hits, I’m not gonna run away from it. I guess I’m open to... other possibilities. Aitana: Facts. When that spark hits, it hits, even if you’re a total slut—in the best way possible, obviously. You can’t fight the chemistry, babe! Asmodée: I should venture to say it is a most temerarious assertion... Tiffany: But it’s true! Like, God forbid, but... Tiffany crosses herself dramatically—or at least she tries to, without spilling her drink. Tiffany: The struggle is real. The possibility of catching feelings is always lurking, honey. Xuānháo: The secret is just never giving them the chance to bond. Smash and dash, that’s the move. One night of glory, then good luck and goodbye! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/mZ8X14Wr/Air-Brush-20260427020623.jpg" width="100%"> You: But what if the sex was, like, life-changing? You’d really just walk away? Imani: Honey, in my world, sex is always life-changing. You just learn to live with the greatness. Brooks: Hell, no. Trust me, I’ve got some serious horror stories. Sometimes 'amazing' is the last word you’d use. Tiffany: Okay, now you have to tell us. Jinnie: Is it a ghost story? I mean, did the dead never... rise? The whole group absolutely loses it. The laughter is louder than the music at this point. The vibe is insane, the alcohol is flowing like a waterfall, and even though you left the door open for something 'more,' right now you’re just here for the madness. Xuānháo refills your glass immediately, clearly waiting for a gap in the conversation to pull you aside. But Aitana and Yiota are such a chaotic, amusing mystery that you’re not sure if you want to leave the circle just yet. (display: "Terceraop")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $elige to "wantlove")You: Actually, no. I'm not just here for the hookups. I came here looking for a real connection; I actually want to fall in love. Jinnie: Oh, honey... my condolences. I hope you get well soon. The whole group erupts into laughter at the burn. You notice Sopuruchukwu watching you, his eyes searching yours with a look that’s way more intense than just 'party talk.' Imani: I mean... bold choice. Respectable, I guess. But in this villa? Good luck with that. Aitana: And why the hell not? We hoes can catch feelings too, you know. It happens to the best of us. Imani: I’m not saying it doesn't happen! I’m just saying... do you actually want it to? Xuānháo: Never. Brooks: Shit's better. There are way better things to spend your energy on. Jinnie: Preach. Sopuruchukwu: I do. The group goes dead silent for a second, everyone turning to stare at him, trying to figure out if he’s actually being serious. Sopuruchukwu: Oh, don't look at me like that! I firmly believe that love is much more intense than any physical orgasm. It's extraordinary. Koa: Oh, it's intense, no doubt! But man... think about it. Between a world-class orgasm and 'true love,' which one is actually easier to get? There’s your answer, bro. Keep it simple! Sopuruchukwu: But once you finally achieve it... Tiffany: IF you achieve it, honey... <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Y2bnL7Bt/Air-Brush-20260427020649.jpg" width="100%"> Sopuruchukwu: It is magnificent. It is superior to any drug. Yiota: Yo... buy me some of that shit, kid. I need a hit of whatever you're selling. Yiota, who had been completely zoned out for the last five minutes, finishes her entire drink in one massive gulp before blinking slowly at the group like she just woke up. Yiota: What? The silence lasts half a second before the whole deck explodes into absolute hysteria. The vibe is insane, the alcohol is flowing like a waterfall, and even though you’ve put your heart on the line, for now, the only 'love' anyone cares about is the next round. Xuānháo refills your glass immediately, clearly waiting for a gap in the conversation to pull you aside. But Aitana and Yiota are such a chaotic, amusing mystery that you’re not sure if you want to leave the circle just yet. (display: "Terceraop")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Now that the newcomers have officially broken the ice, it’s the perfect moment to sneak off for a one-on-one. I need to decide—who do I want to put under the microscope?' [[Aitana]] [[Xuānháo]] [[Yiota]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Aitana is still a total mystery. She looks like a blast, but I lowkey want to see what's actually going on behind that loud entrance.' You catch Aitana slipping away from the main group. She’s being all stealthy near a planter, and when she thinks the coast is clear, she dumps her glowing neon drink straight into the dirt. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fbf1RgcH/Air-Brush-20260427021741.jpg" width="100%"> You: Let me guess... a 'Lava cocktail'? Aitana: Damn. And here I thought I was being a total ninja. She says with the most confident grin you’ve ever seen, hands on her hips, zero shame in her game. You: Trust me, no one’s judging. I don't even think Koa would. Aitana: Better not find out. I’m not tryna hurt the big guy's feelings yet. A comfortable silence settles in, and you can practically feel her eyes scanning you from head to toe. Aitana: So, what? You actually here to show off your titties? Honestly, I only screamed that line for the clout...but I definitely wouldn't be mad if you took it seriously. You: Actually, I'm vibing way more chill today. Aitana: What a shame. She gives you a wink that tells you she's playing. She leans back against the planter, and you mirror her, looking out at the rest of the villa. You: So, give me the verdict. Is this the legendary summer you had in mind? Aitana: I don't know if it’s what I wanted, but it’s definitely giving 'train wreck.' It’s gonna be a mess. You: And what did you actually have in mind? Aitana: I mean... do you think a show called 'Everyone Loves Aitana' would work? Just me and ten absolute baddies in micro-bikinis fighting for my love? You: Honestly? It’d be a massive hit. Aitana: Really? You: Sure. A hit for you. Aitana lets out a loud, direct laugh—exactly the kind of unapologetic sound you expected from her. Aitana: No cap. I’d die happy after that. You: You’re really settling for that? Seems like you're setting the bar a little low. She raises an eyebrow, tryna decipher your tone. Her matte-red lips curl into a smirk, like she’s ready to pounce. [[I mean... why stop at ten?]] [[I mean, some gorgeous girl eventually steals your heart...]] [[Seriously, does your whole life actually revolve around sex?]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Play dumb, girl. The answer’s obvious.' You take the last sip of your champagne and launch your attack: you pout, look at your empty glass, and in less than a second, he’s hooked. 'They literally can't resist.' Xuānháo: Need a refill, gorgeous? You: Reading my mind already? How’d you know? Xuānháo: Just got that intuition, I guess. 'Of course you do, boy. Of course you do.' (if: $elige is "sexcasual")[He winks and expertly fills both glasses, handing yours over before gently clinking them together. Xuānháo: To being in paradise with the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. You: To being in paradise with the smoothest talker in the world. You wink and take a sip. He pulls a fake "offended" face, but then breaks into a grin. Xuānháo: Ouch. Way to trample on my dreams, baby. If you’re gonna walk all over me, at least do it in bed. I'm more a dominant type, but I’m flexible. You: We’ll see. I’m pretty... flexible, too. He swallows hard, but that confident, low-key lethal smile doesn't move. Xuānháo: Know how to put a guy on the spot, don’t you? You: Are you on the spot? You raise an eyebrow, and he laughs—first a real one, and then, as he moves dangerously close, more in a seductive way. Xuānháo: You want to put me on the spot? You: I... Xuānháo: Or do you want me to put you on the spot? He brazenly slides his hands onto your hips and pulls you in. Zero hesitation. When his breath hits your skin, you tilt your head back, and he lets out a soft laugh that vibrates against your neck. It sounds—and feels—way too good. Xuānháo: Next time, it's your turn to fill my glass. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/C5Pm3GsB/Air-Brush-20260427021507.jpg" width="100%"> Suddenly, he kisses your neck—fast enough that you can't react, but slow enough to leave you wanting way more. Then he pulls away. You realize you haven’t been breathing for like, ten seconds. Xuānháo: If you wanna change that toast to 'the greatest seducer,' I think there’s still some champagne left. He’s loving the effect he’s having on you, but it’s not that arrogant smirk you expected. It’s pure desire. The ball is officially back in your court. You: Fine. A toast to tonight, then. To all the wild sex I’m tryna have. Xuānháo: I'll be waiting in my bed, then. He looks satisfied and takes a swig straight from the bottle, but you snatch it away and down the rest. You: Never said it was with you, playboy. You hand him the empty bottle, and he grabs it like it’s a trophy. He looks so self-assured you’re surprised he hasn’t taken over the world yet. Xuānháo: My kind of girl. You: Careful you don't fall in love. For a literal split second, a flicker of genuine panic crosses his face before that lethal, charming smile snaps back into place, but you saw it. Xuānháo: Let's not kill the vibe by talking about feelings. Midnight, my bed?](if: $elige is "nolose")[He winks and expertly fills both glasses, handing yours over before gently clinking them together. Xuānháo: To life-changing sex that makes you want a sequel. You: To the smash-and-dash move. You wink and take a sip. He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. Xuānháo: Sound too bad? You: If it works for you... Xuānháo: So far, I can't complain. He kills his glass in one go and goes straight for the bottle. He vaults up onto the edge of the planter, patting the spot next to him. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/MHPdC7mX/Air-Brush-20260427021513.jpg" width="100%"> Xuānháo: But now you got me thinking I’ve never actually had that 'amazing sex' you’re talking about. You sit down beside him, your glass already empty again. He hands you the bottle. You: If you've been with so many, I don't think they're the problem. You’re about to take a swig when he stops you, putting on his best "offended" face. Xuānháo: Hey, hold up. Hooking up with me is way more than satisfying. You: There’s a massive gap between 'more than satisfying' and 'life-changing'. Xuānháo: Well, sleeping with me is definitely more than incredible. Next level. You: You seem very sure. You raise an eyebrow, defiant and mocking. He looks at you, and an equally lethal smile spreads across his face. Xuānháo: We gonna keep talkin' or you want me to prove it right now? You: You tryna disappoint me this early in the night? You both burst out laughing. It’s that kind of conspiratorial laughter—like you’re both in on the same joke. Xuānháo: Sure. If your standards are to lie there like a starfish and expect me to do all the work, probably. You: Actually, I definitely hold my own. Just not sure it’s worth the effort for the five minutes you’d actually last. Xuānháo: Three, at most. Couldn't handle being that bored for any longer. You: Is that the excuse you give all of them? You realize your voices are getting louder, and your fists are actually clenched from the tension. He notices it too, and the intensity just breaks into another round of laughter. You: At least there’s chemistry when we’re fighting. Xuānháo: Let's fight more often, then. You: Midnight. My bed? You raise an eyebrow, and you can't help but smirk when you see him, for the first time, actually look stunned for a split second. You: What’s wrong, playboy? And just like that, his signature smile snaps back on, looking even more confident and—if it's even possible—way sexier. Xuānháo: My kind of girl. You: Careful you don't fall in love. His smile crumbles again, just for a millisecond—long enough for you to catch the flash of discomfort on his face. Xuānháo: Let's not kill the vibe by talking about feelings. Midnight, then?](if: $elige is "wantlove")[He winks and expertly fills both glasses, handing yours over before you gently clink it against his. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/RCXsJm5d/Air-Brush-20260427021450.jpg" width="100%"> You: To the most sinful summer of our lives. No regrets. Xuānháo: And no scenes, right? Keep it clean. You stop mid-sip, raising an eyebrow. He looks a little pressed for a second, then just sighs like he’s dealing with a difficult kid. Xuānháo: Come on, babe. All that 'falling in love' talk... we’re here to catch vibes, not feelings. Right? You: That’s literally what I just toasted to. You’re the one making it weird. Xuānháo: See? Already tryna start an argument. You: Are you for real right now? He rolls his eyes, acting like the whole conversation is draining his battery. He glances over at the group, and for a split second, you think he’s gonna bail, but he stays. Then, he drops that arrogant smile. Xuānháo: Look, babe. You’re fire. Probably the hottest girl in this whole place, I’m dead serious. If you wanna sleep with me, we can make that happen. But only if you promise me zero drama afterward. You blink—once, twice, three times—trying to figure out if this guy actually believes his own hype. And he does. You: Wow. Bold move. What makes you think I’m even tryna sleep with you? Xuānháo: I don't gotta guess when it’s this obvious, babe. You: And why exactly is it 'obvious'? This time he looks at you with a mix of pity and that annoying "I-know-better" grin. Xuānháo: I mean, this. All this back-and-forth? You’re tryna get my attention, and it’s working. But there are definitely better ways to get it. You: You’re the one who made that stupid comment about— Xuānháo: Let's skip the details. Midnight. My bed? No drama attached.] You: Actually... [[I don't usually sleep with wimps.]] [[Only if my bed stays empty.]] [[Let's make it twelve-thirty.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'If anybody’s gonna give me a good time without all the extra, it’s definitely Yiota.' You wander over to Yiota, who’s currently zoning out hard over the flowerbed like she’s trying to communicate with the plants. She’s completely in her own world, totally oblivious to the chaos behind her. When she finally spots you, she flashes this huge, slow-motion grin that low-key makes her look like a sloth. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/qqM1DbnP/Air-Brush-20260427021658.jpg" width="100%"> Yiota: Yo, bro. You looking for the good shit? She crosses her arms, looking peak chill, but then she just loses it, shaking her head and laughing. Yiota: Gets 'em every time. That always breaks the ice out there. It’s tough in here, you know? With the cameras and stuff. You: I don't know, you seem to be breaking the ice just fine. Yiota: Oh, the ice is easy. I meant moving shit. It’s basically impossible when there's a drone hovering over your head 24/7. You stare at her for a second, tryng to figure out if she’s actually about that life. Her expression is completely deadpan. You: For real? Are you actually in the business? She looks around all suspicious-like, acting as if there aren't a thousand lenses pointed straight at her. She leans in close and whispers right in your ear. Yiota: No. She pulls back and starts howling again. Her laugh is like nothing you’ve ever heard—it’s weirdly contagious and totally calming at the same time. Yiota: Come on, man. If I were a dealer, I wouldn’t be announcing it on national TV! But for real though, I do move some serious shit. Like, tons of it. You: Okay, so you sell or you don't? Yiota: Nah, nah! I don't sell anything. I work at a Wastewater Treatment Plant. We literally move tons of actual shit every single day. You raise an eyebrow, waiting for the punchline, but this time she stays perfectly chill. You: Oh. So let me guess... you’re like... [[...a professional poop diver?]] [[...an Environmental Engineer or something?]] [[...a junkie doing the only thing she knows how to do?]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $aitana to "amistad")You: I mean... why stop at ten? Her mouth drops open for a split second before she breaks into a huge, blinding smile. Her bright smile flashes against her vibrant makeup. Aitana: Damn, girl. You’re already miles ahead of me. If I ever find a genie to grant me three wishes, I’m making sure you’re standing right next to me. You: Trust me, you don’t need my help to make things more intense. You’re doing just fine on your own. Aitana: Maybe. But it would save the genie the trouble of having to fetch you for me. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/2j1m0rFr/Air-Brush-20260427021704.jpg" width="100%"> She winks and gives you a playful nudge, but before you can even fire back a comeback, her eyes go wide. She starts skipping away, pointing at something behind you. (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $aitana to "amistad")You: I mean, someone has to win the prize, right? Some gorgeous girl eventually steals your heart... You’re really telling me you’d die happy without that? She opens her mouth to fire back, but stops. Her face shifts into this look that’s half-amused, half-pitying. Like she’s explaining life to a child. Aitana: I’d give that girl exactly what she’s looking for, trust me. But 'my heart'? Be for real, babe. That’s not happening. You: Wait, isn’t that literally the whole point of that show? She props herself up on her hands and, with a little hop, sits right on the edge of the planter. She yanks off her hat, shakes out her hair, and just starts cackling. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cC4Fk9Yc/Air-Brush-20260427021736.jpg" width="100%"> Aitana: It’s the hook, honey. The clickbait. You actually think people sign up for these things to find love? You: Don’t you believe in love? You raise an eyebrow, and she locks eyes with you—heavy, intense. Aitana: Of course I do. I’m not a monster. But in a month? On a soundstage with a bunch of producers breathing down our necks? No. Silence falls again, but only for a second. She makes a little popping sound with her lips and jumps back to her feet. Aitana: But yeah, the title is a total lie. Got any better ideas? I'm taking suggestions. You: How about... 'Sit on Aitana’s Face— But she’s not even listening. Her eyes suddenly go wide, and she starts jumping around like she just won the lottery, pointing frantically at something right behind you. (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $aitana to "odio")You: Seriously, does your whole life actually revolve around sex? It’s giving... a bit shallow, don't you think? Aitana: Jesus, girl. Talk about a total mood-killer. She spits the words out instantly, like she was just waiting for you to stop talking so she could shut that down. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/x8T6pxH3/Air-Brush-20260427021811.jpg" width="100%"> Aitana: We are literally on a show about partying and hooking up. I didn’t sign up for a reality check or a life coaching session. I'm here for a good time, not a long time. She glances back at the rest of the group, almost yearning, as if the idea of being stuck here talking to you instead of them suddenly feels much heavier. You: It’s not just about that, though. We can actually have fun without being completely surface-level. She turns back to look at you, and for a moment, you think she’s about to really let you have it—but then, her whole face transforms. Her eyes go wide, and she starts freaking out, jumping up and down and pointing at something right behind you. (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $yiota to "amistad")You: ...a professional poop diver? Yiota: Come again? You: Yeah! Like, you dive into the deep end and look for treasures. Swallowed coins, lost rings... Tell me, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve found down there? Now she’s the one staring at you, trying to figure out if you’ve lost it. You keep your face totally straight, but her lazy smile starts to grow and it’s just too much. You both burst out laughing. Yiota: I’m actually an Automation Engineer, but now that you mention it, maybe I should ask for a transfer to the diving squad. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/vZqVwGjq/Air-Brush-20260427021629.jpg" width="100%"> You: I would highly advise against that, girl. Yiota: But think about it! Think of all the secrets and treasures buried in all that crap. You: Yiota, you’d probably only find undigested kernels of corn. Yiota: Hey, one man's trash is another man's treasure. You: And what exactly are you gonna do with a treasure chest full of poop-corn? (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $yiota to "amistad")You: ...an Environmental Engineer or something? Yiota: I mean, I don't know about the 'engineering' part, but the environment is alway a 10/10 when I’m around. She gives you a cheeky wink, laughing a little, and you can’t help but join in. Yiota: Close enough, though. I’m actually a Control and Automation Engineer. Basically, I’m kind of like the maintenance guy. You: Well, you’re definitely a lot sexier than most of the maintenance guys I’ve ever met. Yiota: That’s 'cause I shaved my mustache this morning... Wait, 'most'? She gives you a playful little poke in the ribs and drops her voice to a "secret-sharing" whisper. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/x8xtwvy4/Air-Brush-20260427021605.jpg" width="100%"> Yiota: I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed. The guy cleaning the yacht earlier? Total snack. You: What? Girl, that wasn't even on my radar! I wasn’t even looking! Yiota: Uh... Oops? You both start absolutely dying. This time, her laugh is so weird—like a mix between a snort, a wheeze, and a broken flute—that you aren't even sure if you’re laughing at the conversation anymore or just at the ridiculous sound coming out of her mouth. You: Girl, for real... what is up with that—? (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $yiota to "odio")You: ...a junkie doing the only thing she knows how to do? Yiota: What did you just say? For a split second, Yiota’s signature smile falters. It’s barely a millisecond, but you catch that tiny tremor in her expression. You: You know, like... getting dirty with everyone else’s leftovers. Like community service or something? Yiota: I’m not following. Watching her face fall apart is wild. Suddenly, those sleepy, kind eyes are looking stone-cold. You: Let's be real. Addicts only work when they’re forced to. The government makes them scrub sewers to pay off a fine or something, right? You keep talking, but Yiota is already looking back at the plants, her jaw tight as she tries to keep it together. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/qqM1Dbyf/Air-Brush-20260427021622.jpg" width="100%"> You: I mean, nobody’s out there wading through literal shit for fun. Yiota: I don't know... maybe Environmental Engineers do it? Or Chemical Engineers? Or, you know... Control and Automation Engineers. You: Yeah, maybe, but we're talking about drug addicts, Yiota, not engineers. A few feet away, you can hear the others laughing and having a blast, but the silence between you two is heavy enough to drown out the music. Yiota looks at you one last time, and the friendly girl you were just vibing with is gone. Yiota: Right. Got it. So... which group do you belong to? You: Well, actually, I’m— (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "odio")You pause, letting the silence hang just long enough to make him lean in. You: I don't usually sleep with wimps. Sorry, babe. He lets out a dry, forced laugh, acting like the very idea of you rejecting him is some kind of comedy sketch. But when he sees your face—stone cold and dead serious—he looks at you like you just slapped his mother. Xuānháo: Fine by me. 'Cause I don't usually sleep with psychos. You: Agreeing to sleepint with you would be the actual definition of crazy. But he's already turning his back on you, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist that looks more like a curse than a goodbye. You: Hey, what— (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "amor")You pause, letting the silence do the heavy lifting for a second. You: Only if my bed stays empty. You wink at him, and he lets out that deep, cocky laugh that could make you fall in love. Xuānháo: Oh, it’ll be free. You: Don't get ahead of yourself, playboy. Xuānháo: Whatever you say, gorgeous. Not like I’m the jealous type anyway. He turns his back on you, giving you a lazy wave over his shoulder as he walks away. Even from behind, you can feel that smug-ass smirk radiating off him. And you savor every second. (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "amor")You pause, letting the silence hang just long enough to make him lean in, practically hanging on your next word. You: Let's make it twelve-thirty. Might even have time to find that cute outfit I packed... He scans you from head to toe, his gaze darkening, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in this entire villa. Xuānháo: Can't wait. You: Watch out for the flies. You tap him playfully under the jaw, making him snap his mouth shut, and he lets out a low, husky laugh. When you turn around to join the group, he catches your wrist, but before you can even spin back around... (display: "Gaga")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))Aitana: WAIT. A. DAMN. MINUTE... Aitana’s scream echoes across the deck, making everyone freeze mid-drink. All heads snap to where she’s pointing, eyes widening in total disbelief. You: No way... is that actually...? Brooks: Don't even ask. We ALL know who she is... It’s Lady Gaga! The group goes absolutely feral. They were expecting a B-list host, but they got The Icon. Gaga is defying every law of physics, strutting across the sand in impossibly high platform heels like it’s a runway at Paris Fashion Week. She stops, adjusts her shades, and gives the group a smirk. LG: Did somebody order a Little Monster party? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/prGqwfJb/Air-Brush-20260427021548.jpg" width="100%"> The cheers are deafening. Once the group finally settles down, Gaga looks them over with an empathetic, slightly mischievous smile. LG: Well... you guys are certainly a gorgeous-looking bunch of singles. I can’t wait to see what you’re made of. Aitana: I LOVE YOU, MOTHER MONSTER! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/J04pY6JK/Air-Brush-20260427021828.jpg" width="100%"> LG: And I love you too, sweetheart. Welcome to 'Just Dance'—the only reality show where the only rule is to never, ever let the party die. Xuānháo: Okay, you can just hand me the grand prize right now. Imani: Sit down, newbie. LG: Over the course of an entire month, you—a group of incredibly hot, party-obsessed singles—are going to face the ultimate test: thirty days of total excess and non-stop fun! Koa: Just one month? Piece of cake. Xuānháo: Shut it, bro! LG: Sounds easy? We’ll see. For the next month, you’ll face challenges that will push your limits—some in pairs—to decide who among you is the ultimate party animal. The winner takes it all. Yiota: What about me? LG: Now then, to celebrate your first night in paradise, we’re having—guess what? A party! You: Now that'ss what I came for! Let's go! Xuānháo: And to fuck like nasty animals, of course! LG: And tonight’s theme is... Neon! Tiffany: I’m ready to glow. Literally. LG: The party kicks off at sundown. In the meantime, why don’t you go familiarize yourselves with the mansion? I’m sure you’ll find plenty of... interesting places to get into trouble. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/cC4Fk9YX/Air-Brush-20260427021833.jpg" width="100%"> She gives them a theatrical, perfectly timed wink before turning on her heel and disappearing into the villa, leaving the whole group buzzing with enough adrenaline to power the entire island. (link-repeat: "Save Game")[ (save-game: "Slot1") Game saved successfully! ]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Koa is... exuberant, to say the least. He'd make a hell of a wingman, assuming he doesn't deafen me first. Jinnie is gorgeous—seriously, she’s top-tier. And look, I’d be lying if I said my main goal here wasn’t to hook up with a pretty girl. Asmodée gives off major snob energy, but weirdly enough, he actually seems like a pretty solid guy. You can never have too many good friends in your corner, right? And Brooks... the guy clearly doesn't have a filter, which is great for entertainment value... as long as I don't become his next target. My head is spinning from all these introductions... but one of them definitely made an impression. Who do I want to pull aside first?' [[-Koa]] [[-Jinnie]] [[-Asmodée]] [[-Brooks]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You're barely making up your mind when a massive shadow falls over you, completely blacking out the sun. You turn around, and there’s Koa. The guy is a literal wall of tanned muscle, with a smile that looks like it was designed by a marketing team. Koa: Hey, bro! I was watching you over there, looking all bored out of your mind, and I thought: 'That guy’s thirsty for something special.' Don’t touch a thing, let the pro handle it. You’re at Koa’s bar, where dreams and vibes mingle with ice! (if: $choice is "gayagenda")[You glance at the 'Lava Cocktail' he made you earlier—still melting and totally untouched on the table—but he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t give a damn.] You lean your elbows on the bar, watching with a mix of curiosity and straight-up skepticism as he grips a bottle of rum like it’s a toy. You: Wow, didn't know you were the official bartender too. Just wanted something simple, Koa. A Gin and Tonic, if it ain't too much trouble. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/grFVS7mx/Air-Brush-20260427062233.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: A Gin and Tonic? That’s for people with zero adventure in their veins, baby. I’m gonna fix you a 'Hawaiian Heat Blast.' It's a secret family recipe—well, I made it up yesterday, but the 'family' thing sounds way better, right? He lets out a loud-ass laugh, tossing a lemon wedge in the air and catching it in his mouth before elegantly—in his head, obviously—spitting it into the glass. You: Guess subtlety isn't really your thing, huh? Hawaiian Heat? Hope it doesn't wreck my taste buds; I got plans to use them tonight. Koa starts shaking the cocktail shaker with unnecessary force, his biceps flexing so hard they look like they’re about to pop. He stares at you, winking as he sways his hips to some invisible beat. Koa: The key isn't in the ingredients, bro—it’s the groove. Check the rhythm. Your eyes are locked on his pelvis, which is moving like crazy behind the bar, but your brain is already checking out—probably an evolutionary defense mechanism against pure stupidity. Koa: Hey, but don't stare too hard, alright? You’re gonna wear me out! He laughs, jokingly covering his crotch with his hands, and you try your absolute hardest not to roll your eyes. Koa: Just kidding, tiger! You just had that 'thinking' look on your face... You: I was just... taking it all in. This place is insane, isn't it? Koa: Insane doesn't even cover it, bro. It’s a straight-up all-you-can-eat buffet. And we’re the VIP guests with a wolfish hunger. The girls aren't even here yet, but I think this one's already beggin' for some 'Hawaiian lava'. You know the difference between lightnin' and me, bro? You: No clue, Koa. Enlighten me. Koa: Lightnin' only strikes once, but I can thunder all night long as long as there’s good music and girls in tiny outfits. Boom! Get it? Lightning and thunder, baby! That’s my go-to move for the blondes—works every time. 'Okay, I think I've got the picture. What do I think of this guy?' [[He's such a dumbass goofball, but he’s growing on me.]] [[Dude's a perfectly balanced ecosystem of fuckery. Let's pop that bubble.]] [[He's fine, but he’s bad for the brand. Instant social death.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'She’s gorgeous, she's rocking a micro-bikini, and best of all... she’s actually a woman.' You smooth down your shirt, grab two fresh glasses of bubbly, and head toward Jinnie with your best smile—the "confident guy" look you know drives girls wild. You: Looked like you were dying for a drink. Your smile doesn’t slip, but you’re low-key glad she can’t feel the cold sweat on your back when you spot the glass already in her hand—one you definitely didn't give her. 'I’m a total idiot.' Jinnie: Thanks. I was actually just about to grab one. 'But I’m a "green-light" idiot. Not just any idiot, you know?' She sets her old glass down on the coffee table and takes yours with a smile that’s totally practiced, yet still gorgeous. She crosses her legs and tucks her hair back—a move straight out of the reality TV playbook. You: Thanks for not making me look like a clown. Jinnie: I literally played dumb just to save you, and here you are, blowing our cover. Not exactly a big-brain move, is it? You: If I’d played it cool, I probably would’ve just dropped some cringe pickup line. At least we’re actually talking now. You grab a stool, flip it, and sit facing her, arms over the back as you lock eyes. She tries to roll her eyes, but a smile—one she’s desperately trying to kill—cuts right through the act. Jinnie: Touché. You: Touché? Am I talking to Hye-Jin or Asmodée? She laughs, for real this time, though you still can't tell if she's just playing the game. Jinnie: Okay, that was slightly better than Koa’s. Like... half a level up. You: Only half? C'mon. If I'm not hitting the mark, I’ve got a whole bag of coconut and volcano jokes ready to go. Jinnie: I’ll give you two full levels if you promise to never, ever tell one of those. You: Deal. She sits up straight, that "camera-ready" smile locked in place. She’s doing that blinking thing—the one she definitely practiced in the mirror—but she stays quiet. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/dQHcrxgm/Air-Brush-20260428015345.jpg" width="100%"> You: You know, in ping-pong, you lose if you don't hit the ball back. Jinnie: Wait, did you even serve yet? You: Let’s make this easy... what do I have to say to get you to show some actual interest? Just for a second. She blinks even faster—she’s so caught off guard she’s lost her count. In a desperate move, she hides behind a long sip of her drink to regroup. Jinnie: Honestly? No one’s ever asked me that. I guess... that was a good start. You: And? Jinnie: I can't exactly hand it to you on a silver platter, can I? 'She’s stunning—seriously, top-tier—but that reality TV armor she's wearing... is that really what I'm after?' [[I'm just here for the eye candy, honestly. If I have to play along to get her in bed, so be it.]] [[No. I don't chase, I get chased.]] [[Yeah. She’s playing games, but she’s dealing with a master player.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'He’s quite a character, no doubt about it.' You grab the first bottle of wine you can find—it’s the only thing you’ve seen him touch since you got here—and head over to the railing where he’s leaning. You: The necklaces are a top-tier touch, man. Seriously. Asmodee: Ah, I appreciate the compliment, but I must confess my ignorance... What exactly do you mean by that? You: C'mon. Asmodeus, the demon... usually shown with three heads. One of a bull, one of a goat, and one of— Asmodee: I truly was unaware. I suppose I’ve never been one to indulge in... demonological studies. What a peculiarly charming coincidence. You’re about to call him out for being a total show-off, but he opens his eyes so wide that he actually doesn't seem to be lying. You: Wait, seriously? You actually had no idea? Asmodee: I swear to you, I did not. It seems the universe has a rather ironic sense of humor when it comes to my person. You: Then why else would you be walking around with a bull and a goat hanging around your neck? Asmodee: They were merely tokens of appreciation from a former acquaintance. I simply found the craftsmanship agreeable. But let us not dwell on such trivialities... To what do I owe this unexpected honor, my friend? He stands up straight, and suddenly the reality of his height hits you—he’s almost as tall as Koa. He smiles at you kindly, but there’s a weight in his gaze that you can’t quite put your finger on. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/7P2ZQr7B/Air-Brush-20260428115435.png" width="100%"> You: Well... I brought wine. Asmodee: An impeccable choice, I must admit. But you didn't come all this way just to act as my sommelier, did you? You: I mean... not exactly. Actually I came because... [[...the pickings were trash, honestly. Like, deadass slim to none.]] [[...I feel like we’d actually have proper chats, you know?]] [[...you look like you've got bank, and I’m definitely missing a yacht buddy in my life.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))'Okay, he’s definitely a chatterbox. Let’s see what he’s actually bringing to the table.' You pour two piña coladas from the mixer and head over to Brooks. He doesn't even notice you at first—he’s too busy low-key stalking Koa with his eyes. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/YCG5CQvp/Air-Brush-20260425051952.jpg" width="100%"> You: Ouch. And here I was feeling special. Seriously, if looks could get you pregnant, Koa would be expecting twins by now. Brooks spins around with a sarcastic smirk, his "bitchy mask" fully on, but it cracks almost instantly. He actually laughs. Brooks: He couldn't. Seeds don't grow in the mud. Trust me, I've tried. You: Great mental image. Thanks. Brooks: Hey, I’m just listing the perks of being with me. That for me? He reaches for the Piña Colada, but you pull it back at the last second. You: It was for you. But you just broke my heart, staring at Koa like that. He rolls his eyes, but he’s definitely smirking. Brooks: Please, honey. We both know I’m missing two things and have one too many to be your type. He snatches the cocktail from your hand with one fluid motion. You laugh and take a seat next to him. You: Quite the opposite, I have exactly what you like—and then some. Brooks: You know what they say... empty vessels make the most noise. You: We're talking about your tattoo? Brooks: Actually, yeah. I'm practically a virgin, girl. [[Please! You've been groped more than a subway pole at rush hour.]] [[All joking aside... you actually look totally inexperienced.]] [[First of all, don't call me 'girl'.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Jinnie to "Neutral")You: You win, princess. You’ve got me right where you want me. Are you gonna be merciful, or do I actually have to get on my knees? Jinnie: I can’t lie, that would be a pretty interesting view. You: If I do... will you be on yours later tonight? She opens her eyes wide—she definitely wasn't expecting you to be that bold. Jinnie: I don't know about that. It’s a long way from here to tonight... You: You’re really gonna make me work for it that long? Jinnie: Look at it this way: at least you’re ahead of the pack. I literally had to spell it out for Koa. She looks away, acting like she couldn't care less, but you know it’s all part of the act. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/s2Pg6k9B/Air-Brush-20260425050305.jpg" width="100%"> You: Look, honestly— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Jinnie to "Obsesion")You: Well, I did my part. I’m not plannin' on doing much else. You stand up and turn to leave. You can almost hear her perfect, "camera-ready" smile crumbling behind you. Jinnie: Really? You’re giving up that easily? You: The effort I put in usually depends on the value of the prize. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/GtPK6LzK/Air-Brush-20260424223214.jpg" width="100%"> Jinnie: Do you really think you can just— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Jinnie to "Amor")You: Alright, let’s play a guessing game. Give me a hint, though. Compliments... hot or cold? She rolls her eyes—honestly, it seems to come more naturally to her than breathing—but the corners of her lips twitch. Jinnie: Warm. You: Jokes? Like, "Do you know the difference between a coconut and me?" or— She gives you a look that clearly says, "Don’t even start," and you throw your hands up, laughing. You: Okay, North Pole. Got it. Hey, I just don't want to leave any loose ends. She stares at you, looking like she belongs on the cover of some high-society magazine. That smile of hers is almost maddening. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/66jxnmFr/Air-Brush-20260428015226.jpg" width="100%"> You: Getting to know each other? Asking about your interests and all that? Jinnie: Cold. Wait, no... Warm. Actually, cold. You: Room temperature? Jinnie: Depends on the temperature. You smile and she smiles back—just for a millisecond, but you definitely catch it. You: Okay... How about being direct? Jinnie: Hot. You: So, are we hooking up tonight? Jinnie: You're on fire. You: Great, how about we— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Koa to "Amistad")'He's such a dumbass goofball, but he’s growing on me.' You decide to switch off your brain for a second and actually vibe—that’s what you came for, after all. You burst out laughing and hit him with a high five that echoes through the entire bar. You: That’s legendary! My go-to is usually like an espresso: small, hits hard, and keeps you up all night. But your lightning bolt one? Way more visual. I’m taking notes right now. He looks you up and down, nodding with some serious professional respect. Koa: The espresso line is solid, bro. But you’re tall—you can definitely pull off being a 'Long Black'. You: A 'Long Black'? What, you been checkin' me out in the locker room? Koa: You wish! Hey, speakin' of locker rooms, chest day tomorrow at sunrise? You in? You: Tomorrow? Man, I was thinking about hitting it right now before the girls arrive, just to get a nice pre-game pump. I mean, if the veins in your neck aren't popping while you're talking to 'em, are you even trying? His eyes go wide like he just discovered fire. He claps you on the shoulder—hard enough to leave a bruise, for sure—but you both just laugh it off. Koa: Dude, you’re a genius! The pre-game pump! How did I not think of that? We’re gonna leave those girls breathless. You know what you and I have in common? You: Hit me. Koa: We both have more pecs than vocabulary! Double Boom! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/hv780nWD/Air-Brush-20260427062212.jpg" width="100%"> You: Dude, I low-key like you, but— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Koa to "Neutral")'Dude's a perfectly balanced ecosystem of fuckery. Let's pop that bubble.' You: I get it, Koa. It's a very subtle analogy. The double meaning is barely there. You’ve really got a gift for modern poetry, man. Koa: Thanks, bro! Truth is, the words just flow when the vibe's right. Hey, what if— You: Bro, what the hell? Do you even get sarcasm? Koa: Huh? Well, yeah... Sometimes. Like, occasionally. You askin' about somethin' specific or— You: Look, man, let me give you some advice. What you're doing right now? Don't do it. Koa: Oh. I see. Disappointment tries to flicker in his eyes, but pure confusion beats it to the punch. Koa: You mean the cocktail or— <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/3W5XSqYd/Air-Brush-20260427062142.jpg" width="100%"> You: Everything, dude! This routine. If another man can barely stand it for five minutes, imagine a girl. For your own good, bro... it’s just way too much. You stare him down. He doesn’t say a word—just stands there, mouth hanging open, probably waiting for a punchline he can’t quite find. He’s such an idiot you almost want to pat him on the head. You: Have you ever tried talking to someone about literally anything other than lifting or elementary school humor? When his brain finally clicks back into gear, you realize it’s a lost cause. Koa: Why change what’s already working, man? If the building looks this good, nobody cares what color the bricks inside are. You know the best part about having a body like this? You sigh, standing up from the bar stool. You: I have no idea, but I’m 100% sure you’re about to tell me. Koa: It don't need no subtitles. It speaks for itself. Boom! You shake your head, but you can’t help but smirk as you realize this summer is gonna be a walk in the park with zero competition. You: You're a lost cause, Koa. Seriously. Keep your shaker. Think I’m gonna head... literally anywhere else. Koa: Your loss, tiger! I'll be here if you need anything! Remember: if it sparkles, it's Koa! Double Boom! (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Koa to "Neutral")He's fine, but he’s bad for the brand. Instant social death. You: It's a really... deep... metaphor. Almost metaphysical, honestly. You've really got an answer for everything, huh? Koa: I’m basically a walking encyclopedia, just with way better pecs. Check this color out... Koa slams a glass down in front of you with so much force you half-expect it to shatter, but he just beams, totally oblivious to his own strength. Inside is this fluorescent yellow liquid that looks straight-up radioactive. Koa: This is rum, a splash of coconut, some other random stuff, and... my secret ingredient: a dash of wild passion. You know why I made it that color? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/NLq6JnBL/Air-Brush-20260427062133.jpg" width="100%"> He’s looking at you with such pure anticipation—like a kid showing off a finger painting—that you don’t have the heart to shut him down. But the smell of alcohol is so pungent it’s literally stinging your nostrils, so you just fake a sip. You: It's... intense. Definitely not a Gin and Tonic. Why the yellow, though? Koa: 'Cause yellow shines like the sun on Hawaiian beaches... and also, it makes my teeth look way whiter when I smile at you while you drink it. Double whammy! I’m a marketing genius, right? You: You're one of a kind, Koa. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with this much...... self-confidence. It's almost enviable. Koa: Don’t be jealous, bro—just take notes! If you want, I’ll teach you how to mix this tomorrow... and then we can hit the gym so you can see how to make your arms crack a coconut just by flexing. You know what the best part of bein' a bartender is? You set the drink back on the bar and stand up, surrendering to the inevitable. You: What’s that? Koa: I always have the bar to lean on when the girls leave me breathless. Ha! Though, real talk, I’m usually the one leavin' them breathless. You know? 'Cause I'm big. Massive. Boom! You: You know what? I’m actually scared your muscles are gonna steal all the girls' attention if I stay too close, so... I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna move around. Koa: Oh. Sure. Yeah, I can be... intimidating, right? I get it. I’ll be around if you change your mind, though. You: For sure. (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Brooks to "Amistad")You: Please! You've been groped more than a subway pole at rush hour. He bursts out laughing, splashing his drink everywhere. Once you’ve checked that your shirt didn't take a hit, you join in. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/7hgxqbZz/Air-Brush-20260425052401.jpg" width="100%"> Brooks: I wish! Look, I know I give off that vibe, but this tattoo isn’t even a personality trait. It’s more like a desperate attempt to manifest it to the universe. He says it with the same cheerful energy, but he doesn't look like he’s jokin' anymore. You raise an eyebrow. You: Wait... are you trying to tell me you aren't a total wild whore? He waves his hand like he’s dismissing the idea, but then stops, looking lowkey lost in thought. Brooks: I mean, depends on how you look at it. I’ve definitely been around the block a few more times than most people my age, but it’s more about the kind of stuff I’ve been through than the body count... You: So— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Brooks to "Odio")You: All joking aside... you actually look totally inexperienced. Brooks stops mid-sip. He looks down at his glass, his expression turning into one of pure disgust. It’s like the drink—which he was totally enjoying a second ago—suddenly turned into straight soy sauce the moment those words left your mouth. Brooks: Right. And I definitely don't belong here, do I? I'm not reality-TV material. You: What? I literally just said— Brooks: I know exactly what you meant, honey. I haven't 'lived' like everyone else. I don't know how to pull. I'm just a filler. What else you got? You: You’re delusional, dude. You stand up and start to walk away. Suddenly, you definitely need something stronger than a mocktail. But Brooks isn't done. Brooks: Let's get one thing straight, girl. If you're looking for a storyline, find someone else to do your cheap drama. You can be as much of a bitch as you want, but don't ever try to out-bitch me. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/VLDRDgYY/Air-Brush-20260425052045.jpg" width="100%"> You stop dead in your tracks, half-bored and half-wondering if he’s suffering from heatstroke or if he’s just an idiotic kid. You: Okay, what is your— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Brooks to "Weba")You: First of all, don't call me 'girl'. Brooks stops mid-sip, rolling his eyes with weaponized boredom. Brooks: Seriously? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/9FsTyR2b/Air-Brush-20260424225518.jpg" width="100%"> You: Yeah, seriously. I’m not a girl, and we don’t even know each other like that, so why are you getting so comfortable with— Brooks: Honey, you literally had the audacity to walk in here and brag about having a huge dick. You: Exactly. A dick. Call me what I am. A guy. With a dick. Brooks: It just slipped out, okay? If it bothers you that much, my bad. I just didn’t think I was talking to someone with such fragile masculinity... You: What’s fragile about asking you for my— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Asmodee to "Amistad")You: ...the pickings were trash, honestly. Like, deadass slim to none. Asmodée doesn't even blink. He just smirks, snags the bottle, and pops the cork like it’s nothing. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/fW2Qmr1C/Air-Brush-20260427062348.jpg" width="100%"> Asmodée: I was harboring the same thought, though it appears I may have grievously misjudged your character, mon ami. You: You saying that 'cause of the wine? 'Cause I literally just grabbed whatever. Asmodée: I say that because you possess a frighteningly direct nature... coupled with a touch of admirable, if perhaps misplaced, arrogance. You: Takes one to know one, right? Asmodée: I might have chosen a more refined vocabulary to describe it, but... let us simply say you’ve hit the mark. Yes. You: Well— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Asmodee to "Amistad")You: ...I feel like we’d actually have proper chats, you know? Asmodée: We are all perfectly capable of engaging in proper discourse. The true art, however, lies in securing an interlocutor of one’s own... intellectual caliber. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/XNL4xgz3/Air-Brush-20260428020853.jpg" width="100%"> He smirks, and his smile is giving you total chills. He’s acting all friendly—like, way too friendly—but something about him feels low-key sketchy. You: Are you calling me an idiot, or are you just admitting that you are? Asmodée: In fact, I am acknowledging you as my peer. You: Oh, well— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $Asmodee to "Neutral")You: ...you look like you've got bank, and I’m definitely missing a yacht buddy in my life. Asmodée: It is true, I possess vast fortunes and a lavish yacht, but tell me, mon cher, what exactly can you offer in exchange for the privilege of my friendship? You: That sounds like a deal with the devil. You expect a laugh, but he just stares. He's not even judging you—just he’s clearly not vibing with the joke. You: You know, 'cause... Asmodeus is, like... Never mind. I didn't say anything. Asmodée: You must forgive me. I fear I possess a profound incapacity for deciphering the nuances of humor. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/pVGMz630/Air-Brush-20260428015025.jpg" width="100%"> You: Oh, I thought that— (display: "thedeck")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))Brooks: A bit much for you, honey? Hope you can keep up, 'cause we're moving fast. Nobody wants to be the dead weight of the group, right? 'Too much for me? Honestly...' [[-I think I’ll manage. Let’s just see who’s still standing by the time the sun goes down, yeah?]] [[-It’s a little intimidating, honestly. But I’m sure I’ll find my rhythm.]] [[-I’m not keeping up. I’m setting the pace.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: I think I’ll manage. Let’s just see who’s still standing by the time the sun goes down, yeah? Asmodée: I trust the panorama will deign to remain this resplendent until dusk. As for your amusement, I fear I am not the most fitting candidate to hold your attention—unless, of course, you should deem it so, mon cher. Provided, naturally, that we remain within the impeccable bounds of propriety befitting two gentlemen. Jinnie: It sounds exactly like my gay uncle and his 'best friend' at family dinners. He just stares at her, his face totally unreadable, while she gives you a playful wink and heads off—leaving you alone with your own thoughts for a second. (display: "Primerapreg")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: It’s a little intimidating, honestly. But I’m sure I’ll find my rhythm. Koa: Don’t stress, man. Know I'm a lot to take in—and yeah, I’m good-lookin', tan, got way more muscle than you, and a killer personality—but honestly? Already forgot what I was gonna say. Sucks for you, bro... havin’ to go up against all this. He gives you a dramatic wink and strolls away, 'casually' flexing every muscle he owns. But your mind is already somewhere else... (display: "Primerapreg")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: I’m not keeping up. I’m setting the pace. Brooks: Let's be real. The 'pace' for a straight guy is just desperately trying to dip his wick into someone by the time music stops... You: Oh, let me guess... you’re totally different? Brooks: Absolutely. I desperately try to get them to dip their wicks into me. He gives you a playful wink and heads toward the bar, leaving you alone with your thoughts—and four sets of eyes burning holes in your back. (display: "Primerapreg")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))A few hours later, you've already explored the entire mansion. You've spotted several hidden corners, secret pools, and breakfast nooks where you can escape the party at night when things get hot enough with one—or several—of the other participants. The group splits into smaller groups: Koa, Xuānháo, Tiffany, and Imani go to the bedroom. Asmodée, Yiota, and Brooks head to the lounge. Aitana, Sopuruchukwu, and Jinnie go to the terrace. 'Which group do I want to join?' [[Xuānháo, Tiffany, Koa and Imani]] [[Asmodée, Yiota and Brooks]] [[Sopuruchukwu, Jinnie and Aitana]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You decide to join the first group in the dorm. (if: $xuanhao is "amor" and $koa is not "amor" and $koa is not "odio" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Xuānháo: Here you are! Ladies, gentlemen... I present to you the one who signs the back of my checks. For the next month, at least. You: That's at least two checks, and I want you to know I'm going to cash them. Imani: Get that bag, girl! Xuānháo approaches and takes you by the waist, with the same confidence as before. His huge smile tells you that you're his trophy in front of everyone else right now, but his touch feels so good that you don't mind letting him. Koa's gaze goes directly to Xuānháo's hand on your waist, and you can see jealousy flashing in his eyes. Koa: Boom! It must be tough knowing the owner of your checks is going to be with someone else all month, bro. What's up, babe, you here for some more daddy Koa? Koa takes a glass from the bedside table, ready to refill it for you, but Xuānháo gets there first. While they're distracted by your drink, Imani nudges you gently and leans close to whisper in your ear. Imani: Okay, conqueror. It hasn't even been three hours. What did you give them? You lean in towards her, matching her confident tone. You: That's the secret, girl: I didn't give them a single thing. It looks like Xuānháo is going to win the battle, but before he can reach you, Tiffany hands you a glass with a smile. You: Thanks. Just what I needed. Tiffany: We're here to support each other. She winks at you, and back in her seat, she shares her glass with Imani, and they both laugh. Xuānháo: Please, ladies! You may already have someone to spend the night with, but some of us have to put in the effort! Koa: Wow, that sounds tough, bro. Especially when you have to compete against this. He flexes his muscles and winks at you. Xuānháo just rolls his eyes and takes a swig from the glass he couldn't hand you. You focus your attention on the girls. You: So, you already know who you're going to spend the night with? Tiffany: Not at all. These guys suddenly made up that something's going on between Imani and me. You turn to look at Imani, who suddenly seems to be scanning the bedside lamp with great interest. Tiffany: I mean, Imani is fire. I definitely wouldn't mind... Koa: But? Tiffany: A lot can happen between now and tonight, right? When silence falls, three things happen: Imani excuses herself to go to the bathroom, Tiffany and Koa start flirting, and you feel a sudden urge to pull your main target for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is "amor" and $koa is not "amor" and $koa is not "odio" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is "odio")[Xuānháo: Here you are! Ladies, gentlemen... I present to you the one who signs the back of my checks. For the next month, at least. You: That's at least two checks, and I want you to know I'm going to cash them. Xuānháo approaches and takes you by the waist, with the same confidence as before. His huge smile tells you that you're his trophy in front of everyone else right now, but his touch feels so good that you don't mind letting him. Koa's gaze goes directly to Xuānháo's hand on your waist, and you can see jealousy flashing in his eyes. Koa: Boom! It must be tough knowing the owner of your checks is going to be with someone else all month, bro. What's up, babe, you here for some more daddy Koa? Koa takes a glass from the bedside table, ready to refill it for you, but Xuānháo gets there first. While they're distracted by your drink, Tiffany nudges you gently and leans close to whisper in your ear. Tiffany: You work fast, girl! You've got them drooling. That's it! You: What can I say? I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. You can feel Imani's gaze scanning you as you whisper to Tiffany, but when you turn to look at her, she's staring at the bedside lamp, suddenly very interested in it. Tiffany: You'll have to show me later. In the meantime, I figured you'd like a drink that isn't full of drool. She hands you a glass, which you gladly accept and clink against hers, laughing softly. You: Thanks. Just what I needed. Tiffany: We're here to support each other. Xuānháo: Please, ladies! You may already have someone to spend the night with, but some of us have to put in the effort! Koa: Wow, that sounds tough, bro. Especially when you have to compete against this. He flexes his muscles intensely, looking at you. Xuānháo just rolls his eyes and takes a swig from the glass he couldn't hand you. You focus your attention on the girls. You: So, you already know who you're going to spend the night with? Tiffany: Not at all. These guys suddenly made up that something's going on between Imani and me. Imani: They haven't stopped making jokes about it. Good thing you don't know how to joke. You raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out if the girl is serious or not, but Tiffany keeps talking. Tiffany: I mean, Imani is fire. I definitely wouldn't mind... Koa: But? Tiffany: ...A lot can happen between now and tonight, right? When silence falls, three things happen: Imani excuses herself to go to the bathroom, Tiffany and Koa start flirting, and you feel a sudden urge to pull your main target for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is "amor" and $koa is not "amor" and $koa is not "odio" and $tiffany is "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Xuānháo: Here you are! Ladies, gentlemen... I present to you the one who signs the back of my checks. For the next month, at least. You: That's at least two checks, and I want you to know I'm going to cash them. Imani: Get that bag, girl! Xuānháo approaches and takes you by the waist, with the same confidence as before. His huge smile tells you that you're his trophy in front of everyone else right now, but his touch feels so good that you don't mind letting him. Koa's gaze goes directly to Xuānháo's hand on your waist, and you can see jealousy flashing in his eyes. Koa: Boom! It must be tough knowing the owner of your checks is going to be with someone else all month, bro. What's up, babe, you here for some more daddy Koa? Koa takes a glass from the bedside table, ready to refill it for you, but Xuānháo gets there first. While they're distracted by your drink, Imani nudges you gently and leans close to whisper in your ear. Imani: Okay, conqueror. It hasn't even been three hours. What did you give them? You lean in towards her, matching her confident tone. You: That's the secret, girl: I didn't give them a single thing. It looks like Xuānháo is going to win the battle, but then Tiffany makes her move. Her voice goes up like three octaves, and it’s high-key transparent what she’s trying to do. Tiffany: Xuānháo, darling... mind pouring me some champagne? This heat is actually killing me. You raise an eyebrow, glancing at the nightstand where her glass is sitting right there, still half-full. Xuānháo notices too, but he just nods, keeping it smooth. Xuānháo: Of course. I was just about to. Tiffany: Thanks, handsome. When he hands her the glass, she lets her fingers linger on his hand for way too long. He just smirks. Right then, Koa appears at your side with a fresh, bubbly glass. Koa: Boom! You look thirsty too, huh? Or maybe you were just checking out the scenery... aka, me. You take the glass with a smirk as he drops one of his signature exaggerated winks. You turn to Imani, trying to shift the vibe. You: This dorm is wild. You already figured out who’s taking up space in your bed tonight? Xuānháo: Oh, the seats are already taken, believe me. Tiffany: And he’s still on that. These guys literally made up a whole story about me and Imani having a thing. You look at Imani, who’s suddenly very interested in inspecting the bedside lamp. Tiffany: I mean, Imani is fire. I definitely wouldn't mind... Koa: But? Tiffany: A lot can change between now and midnight, right? When silence falls, three things happen: Imani excuses herself to go to the bathroom, Tiffany and Koa start flirting, and you feel a sudden urge to pull your main target for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is not "amor" and $xuanhao is not "odio" and $koa is not "amor" and $koa is not "odio" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Xuānháo: There she is. Joining the party, gorgeous? Koa: Knew you couldn't stay away from all this for long, babe. The vibe was calling you. You shake your head, smirk, and hop onto the bed. Xuānháo and Koa immediately shift to make a spot for you right in the middle. It’s a lot of muscle for one mattress. You: Honestly? I wouldn't even mind spending the whole night exactly like this. Tiffany and Imani lose it, breaking into a chorus of laughs. Imani: Why settle for one when you can have the whole set? Tiffany: Save some for the rest of us, girl! Don’t be greedy. You laugh along, leaning back with your hands behind your head. Xuānháo follows suit, leaning back right next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. Xuānháo: We could definitely make that happen. No complaints here. Koa: Whoa, whoa... she’s talking about two guys, bro. You get it? Like, you and me... in the same bed. Naked. Think about the logistics, man! Xuānháo: I know exactly what she means, dude. I’m not the one glitching here. Tiffany: Wait, would you guys actually do a threesome? Xuānháo: Why? You looking to volunteer, Tiff? Tiffany flashes him a look—definitely not just friendly—and Xuānháo smirks back. The air is getting thick. You turn to the giant next to you. You: What about you, big guy? You down? Koa: Man... with another dude? I don't know, that’s... that’s a lot. Imani: Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re gonna wake up with a different orientation just because of one night, right? Koa: But like... how is being naked with another guy not a little bit gay, though? Xuānháo: Look, bro. If I’m in bed with a baddie like her and you’re there too, the last thing I’m gonna be doing is checking you out. I’ve got better things to focus on. Koa: Well, yeah! Obviously! But still... Imani: What, are you the jealous type, Koa? Koa: Not really, but... Tiffany: Maybe you’re scared the other guy’s gonna outshine you? Competition getting to you? Koa: Hell no! It’s just... look, I’d do it. I would. It’s just new, okay? Can't blame a guy for never being in a sandwich before. You: No judgment here, Koa. We’re all just talking. Xuānháo: Yeah, chill, bro. It’s just a vibe check. Tiffany: But seriously, don't do anything in bed just because of the cameras or the pressure. If it isn't your thing, it isn't your thing. Koa: Yeah, I feel that. But I’m serious, I’m down. Just gotta... process the mental image. Imani: Well, there’s your volunteer. She points at you, and the whole room erupts. You can see the wheels turning in Koa’s head—he’s curious now. Meanwhile, Xuānháo’s knee brushes against yours under the covers. It’s a move, and it’s definitely not subtle. You: We’ve got all summer to experiment, I guess. No rush. Tiffany: True. We don't have to do everything on night one. Xuānháo: We don't have to... but we definitely could. He raises his eyebrows, looking straight at you. Everyone laughs, but the tension is real. Koa’s hand "accidentally" lands on your thigh, while Xuānháo’s eyes are practically boring a hole into yours, and you feel a sudden urge to pull someone for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is not "amor" and $xuanhao is not "odio" and $koa is not "amor" and $koa is not "odio" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is "odio")[Xuānháo: There she is. Joining the party, gorgeous? Koa: Knew you couldn't stay away from all this for long, babe. The vibe was calling you. You shake your head, smirk, and hop onto the bed. Xuānháo and Koa immediately shift to make a spot for you right in the middle. It’s a lot of muscle for one mattress. You: Honestly? I wouldn't even mind spending the whole night exactly like this. Tiffany totally loses it, breaking into a laugh. Tiffany: Save some for the rest of us, girl! Don’t be greedy. Imani: Wait, so you do know how to tell jokes? You raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out what the girl is up to, but she's already looking at her nails, so you let it go. You lean back with your hands behind your head. Xuānháo follows suit, leaning back right next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. Xuānháo: We could definitely make that happen. No complaints here. Koa: Whoa, whoa... she’s talking about two guys, bro. You get it? Like, you and me... in the same bed. Naked. Think about the logistics, man! Xuānháo: I know exactly what she means, dude. I’m not the one glitching here. Tiffany: Wait, would you guys actually do a threesome? Xuānháo: Why? You looking to volunteer, Tiff? Tiffany flashes him a look—definitely not just friendly—and Xuānháo smirks back. The air is getting thick. You turn to the giant next to you. You: What about you, big guy? You down? Koa: Man... with another dude? I don't know, that’s... that’s a lot. Imani: Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re gonna wake up with a different orientation just because of one night, right? Koa: But like... how is being naked with another guy not a little bit gay, though? Xuānháo: Look, bro. If I’m in bed with a baddie like her and you’re there too, the last thing I’m gonna be doing is checking you out. I’ve got better things to focus on. Koa: Well, yeah! Obviously! But still... Imani: What, are you the jealous type, Koa? Koa: Not really, but... Tiffany: Maybe you’re scared the other guy’s gonna outshine you? Competition getting to you? Koa: Hell no! It’s just... look, I’d do it. I would. It’s just new, okay? Can't blame a guy for never being in a sandwich before. You: No judgment here, Koa. We’re all just talking. Xuānháo: Yeah, chill, bro. It’s just a vibe check. Tiffany: But seriously, don't do anything in bed just because of the cameras or the pressure. If it isn't your thing, it isn't your thing. Koa: Yeah, I feel that. But I’m serious, I’m down. Just gotta... process the mental image. Imani: Well, there’s your volunteer. I guess she meant it, because she doesn't joke around, you know? She says it in a sarcastic tone that's hard to ignore, but the group tries hard to do so, and they all laugh. But you have more important things to think about: you can see the wheels turning in Koa’s head—he’s curious now. Meanwhile, Xuānháo’s knee brushes against yours under the covers. It’s a move, and it’s definitely not subtle. You: We’ve got all summer to experiment, I guess. No rush. Tiffany: True. We don't have to do everything on night one. Xuānháo: We don't have to... but we definitely could. He raises his eyebrows, looking straight at you. Everyone laughs, but the tension is real. Koa’s hand "accidentally" lands on your thigh, while Xuānháo’s eyes are practically boring a hole into yours, and you feel a sudden urge to pull someone for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is not "amor" and $xuanhao is not "odio" and $koa is not "amor" and $koa is not "odio" and $tiffany is "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Xuānháo: There she is. Joining the party, gorgeous? Koa: Knew you couldn't stay away from all this for long, babe. The vibe was calling you. You shake your head, smirk, and hop onto the bed. Xuānháo and Koa immediately shift to make a spot for you right in the middle. It’s a lot of muscle for one mattress. You: Honestly? I wouldn't even mind spending the whole night exactly like this. Imani loses it, breaking into a laugh. Imani: Why settle for one when you can have the whole set? Tiffany: Wanting to be the center of attention? Wow. You raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out what the girl is on about, but the others don't seem to have heard her comment, or are trying hard to pretend they didn't. Xuānháo: We could definitely make that happen. No complaints here. Koa: Whoa, whoa... she’s talking about two guys, bro. You get it? Like, you and me... in the same bed. Naked. Think about the logistics, man! Xuānháo: I know exactly what she means, dude. I’m not the one glitching here. Tiffany: Wait, would you guys actually do a threesome? Xuānháo: Why? You looking to volunteer, Tiff? Tiffany flashes him a look—definitely not just friendly—and Xuānháo smirks back. The air is getting thick. You turn to the giant next to you. You: What about you, big guy? You down? Koa: Man... with another dude? I don't know, that’s... that’s a lot. Imani: Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re gonna wake up with a different orientation just because of one night, right? Koa: But like... how is being naked with another guy not a little bit gay, though? Xuānháo: Look, bro. If I’m in bed with a baddie like her and you’re there too, the last thing I’m gonna be doing is checking you out. I’ve got better things to focus on. Koa: Well, yeah! Obviously! But still... Imani: What, are you the jealous type, Koa? Koa: Not really, but... Tiffany: Maybe you’re scared the other guy’s gonna outshine you? Competition getting to you? Koa: Hell no! It’s just... look, I’d do it. I would. It’s just new, okay? Can't blame a guy for never being in a sandwich before. You: No judgment here, Koa. We’re all just talking. Xuānháo: Yeah, chill, bro. It’s just a vibe check. Tiffany: But seriously, don't do anything in bed just because of the cameras or the pressure. If it isn't your thing, it isn't your thing. Koa: Yeah, I feel that. But I’m serious, I’m down. Just gotta... process the mental image. Imani: Well, there’s your volunteer. Imani points at you, and you both burst out laughing. You catch a glimpse of Tiffany rolling her eyes, but your attention is focused on more important things: You can see the wheels turning in Koa’s head—he’s curious now. Meanwhile, Xuānháo’s knee brushes against yours under the covers. It’s a move, and it’s definitely not subtle. You: We’ve got all summer to experiment, I guess. No rush. Tiffany: True. We don't have to do everything on night one. Xuānháo: We don't have to... but we definitely could. He raises his eyebrows, looking straight at you. Everyone laughs, but the tension is real. Koa’s hand "accidentally" lands on your thigh, while Xuānháo’s eyes are practically boring a hole into yours, and you feel a sudden urge to pull someone for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is "odio" and $koa is "amor" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Koa: Boom! The baddest girl in the villa has arrived! No offense, ladies, but look at her. Koa walks over, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake—or maybe that’s just your heart doing backflips. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in so fast you almost lose your balance. Being this tiny next to him feels... actually, it feels amazing. Koa: Relax, bro! I know it’s tough seeing this beauty with me, but don’t worry, you’ll find someone eventually. Xuānháo: All yours, man. Good luck dealing with... that, bro. Xuānháo raises his eyebrows with that annoying "she’s your problem now" look. Koa just blinks, looking 100% confused. You: Hello? I’m standing right here. Not a prop, guys. Koa: Of course I know you’re here, gorgeous! I literally said you’re the prettiest! And I’m hugging you, see? I might be huge, but it’s impossible to ignore a vibe like yours, babe. You look into his eyes, completely deadpan. You think about explaining the sarcasm, but it’s a lost cause. He laughs like a big kid, and for a second, being his "new favorite person" doesn't seem like the worst gig in the world. Imani: Wait, Xuānháo... what exactly do you mean by that? Imani isn't just curious; she smells blood in the water. Tiffany nudges her, but she’s leaning in too—total gossip mode activated. Xuānháo: Just mark my words: by tomorrow, we’re gonna have love notes hidden all over the villa. Luckily for me, my name won’t be on 'em. Imani and Tiffany pivot to you, eyes wide, waiting for the tea to spill. But before you can even open your mouth to shut him down, Koa jumps in, nearly lifting you off the floor with his excitement. Koa: Love letters? Wait... are Imani and Tiffany a thing now?! His face is pure, unfiltered confusion. It’s priceless. Meanwhile, Xuānháo is over there with that smug-ass smile that you just want to slap off his face, and you feel a sudden urge to pull someone for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is "odio" and $koa is "amor" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is "odio")[Koa: Boom! The baddest girl in the villa has arrived! No offense, ladies, but look at her. Koa walks over, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake—or maybe that’s just your heart doing backflips. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in so fast you almost lose your balance. Being this tiny next to him feels... actually, it feels amazing. Koa: Relax, bro! I know it’s tough seeing this beauty with me, but don’t worry, you’ll find someone eventually. Xuānháo: All yours, man. Good luck dealing with... that, bro. Xuānháo raises his eyebrows with that annoying "she’s your problem now" look. Koa just blinks, looking 100% confused. You: Hello? I’m standing right here. Not a prop, guys. Koa: Of course I know you’re here, gorgeous! I literally said you’re the prettiest! And I’m hugging you, see? I might be huge, but it’s impossible to ignore a vibe like yours, babe. You look into his eyes, completely deadpan. You think about explaining the sarcasm, but it’s a lost cause. He laughs like a big kid, and for a second, being his "new favorite person" doesn't seem like the worst gig in the world. Imani: What exactly do you mean by that, Xuānháo? Imani isn't just curious; she smells blood in the water, smiling, amused by your discomfort. Tiffany nudges her, but she’s leaning in too—total gossip mode activated. Xuānháo: Just mark my words: by tomorrow, we’re gonna have love notes hidden all over the villa. Luckily for me, my name won’t be on 'em. Imani: Come on, Xuānháo, what did you expect? She takes everything seriously. Tiffany raises an eyebrow, confused. But before you can even open your mouth to shut him down, Koa jumps in, nearly lifting you off the floor with his excitement. Koa: Love letters? Wait... are Imani and Tiffany a thing now?! His face is pure, unfiltered confusion. It’s priceless. Meanwhile, Xuānháo is over there with that smug-ass smile that you just want to slap off his face, and you feel a sudden urge to pull someone for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is "odio" and $koa is "amor" and $tiffany is "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Koa: Boom! The baddest girl in the villa has arrived! No offense, ladies, but look at her. Tiffany: Come to my bed tonight and tomorrow you won't think the same, believe me. Koa walks over, ignoring the comment, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake—or maybe that’s just your heart doing backflips. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in so fast you almost lose your balance. Being this tiny next to him feels... actually, it feels amazing. Koa: Relax, bro! I know it’s tough seeing this beauty with me, but don’t worry, you’ll find someone eventually. Xuānháo: All yours, man. Good luck dealing with... that, bro. Xuānháo raises his eyebrows with that annoying "she’s your problem now" look. Koa just blinks, looking 100% confused. You: Hello? I’m standing right here. Not a prop, guys. Koa: Of course I know you’re here, gorgeous! I literally said you’re the prettiest! And I’m hugging you, see? I might be huge, but it’s impossible to ignore a vibe like yours, babe. You look into his eyes, completely deadpan. You think about explaining the sarcasm, but it’s a lost cause. He laughs like a big kid, and for a second, being his "new favorite person" doesn't seem like the worst gig in the world. Imani: Wait, Xuānháo... what exactly do you mean by that? Imani isn't just curious; she smells blood in the water. Tiffany smiles, amused by your discomfort. Xuānháo: Just mark my words: by tomorrow, we’re gonna have love notes hidden all over the villa. Luckily for me, my name won’t be on 'em. Tiffany: Oh, wow. Looks like playing the 'good girl' isn't paying off, girl. What happened there? Imani raises an eyebrow, confused. But before you can even open your mouth to shut him down, Koa jumps in, nearly lifting you off the floor with his excitement. Koa: Love letters? Wait... are Imani and Tiffany a thing now?! His face is pure, unfiltered confusion. It’s priceless. Meanwhile, Xuānháo is over there with that smug-ass smile that you just want to slap off his face, and you feel a sudden urge to pull someone for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is "odio" and $koa is "cringe" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Koa: Boom! Looks like someone’s thirsty for more Hawaiian heat! Did you finally help Jinnie with that? Koa walks over, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake. He wraps a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you in. He’s not looking at you, though—he’s looking straight at Xuānháo and the girls, flexing his free arm. You feel less like a person and entirely like a shiny new accessory he just bought to show off. You: Jinnie...? You look up at him, totally lost for a second, until the beach memory clicks. You: Right! Jinnie. Yeah, we just finished... doing that. You try to slip out of his grip, which actually feels like 'Hawaiian heat'—stifling, sweaty, and way too much. But he just squeezes you tighter, completely oblivious to your intentions. Koa: Love that! Go ahead, babe—I know you’ve been dying to make up for lost time, so you can touch the gains all you want. Tiffany: Actually, Koa honey, I’m gonna need to borrow her. Be a doll and let her go? I can’t reach this strap and it’s a whole mess. She gives you a quick wink, and you smile with pure gratitude as you finally escape the dead weight of his arm. You 'fix' her strap—which was already perfect—and slide in next to her. Tiffany: Thanks, girl. You: No, thank you. For real. You both share a laugh, and she hands you a drink. You’re about to take a sip when you notice the liquid in your glass vibrating to the rhythm of more heavy footsteps. You close your eyes, bracing for the next wave of 'heat,' but then Xuānháo stops him, throwing a hand on his shoulder. Xuānháo: Now it’s a strap, next it’ll be a lost earring, a bathroom break, or whatever else they can dream up. Koa: Does Tiffany need help with all that too? Xuānháo: She doesn't like you, bro. Don't waste your energy with that... He drops his voice, but you’re 100% sure you hear him whisper 'tight-ass.' You’re ready to clap back, but Imani beats you to the punch. Imani: Don’t waste your time with that basic tool, either... You take a deep breath and just serve a smirk. Xuānháo and Koa park themselves on the bed across from you. The awkward silence is heavy, but Tiffany—bless her—kills it instantly. Tiffany: You two look kinda cute together. Are you guys sharing a bed tonight or are we keeping it platonic? Xuānháo and Koa jump apart like they just sat on a cactus. They both shake their heads so fast you wonder if Tiffany told a joke or asked a trick question. Koa: Never. Don’t get me wrong, bro, but with all these babies on the island... Xuānháo: Exactly. Why would I spend the night next to this hulking brute when I could 'not sleep' next to a beautiful girl instead? The rhetorical question isn't even a question—it’s a direct invite. Xuānháo’s dark eyes are locked onto Tiffany, who’s smirking, loving the attention. Koa, for his part, is staring at you, Imani is studying the night lamp like it holds the secrets of the universe, and you’re looking at...](if: $xuanhao is "odio" and $koa is "cringe" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is "odio")[Koa: Boom! Looks like someone’s thirsty for more Hawaiian heat! Did you finally help Jinnie with that? Koa walks over, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake. He wraps a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you in. He’s not looking at you, though—he’s looking straight at Xuānháo and the girls, flexing his free arm. You feel less like a person and entirely like a shiny new accessory he just bought to show off. You: Jinnie...? You look up at him, totally lost for a second, until the beach memory clicks. You: Right! Jinnie. Yeah, we just finished... doing that. You try to slip out of his grip, which actually feels like 'Hawaiian heat'—stifling, sweaty, and way too much. But he just squeezes you tighter, completely oblivious to your intentions. Koa: Love that! Go ahead, babe—I know you’ve been dying to make up for lost time, so you can touch the gains all you want. Tiffany: Actually, Koa honey, I’m gonna need to borrow her. Be a doll and let her go? I can’t reach this strap and it’s a whole mess. She gives you a quick wink, and you smile with pure gratitude as you finally escape the dead weight of his arm. You 'fix' her strap—which was already perfect—and slide in next to her. Tiffany: Thanks, girl. You: No, thank you. For real. You both share a laugh, and she hands you a drink. You’re about to take a sip when you notice the liquid in your glass vibrating to the rhythm of more heavy footsteps. You close your eyes, bracing for the next wave of 'heat,' but then Xuānháo stops him, throwing a hand on his shoulder. Xuānháo: Now it’s a strap, next it’ll be a lost earring, a bathroom break, or whatever else they can dream up. Koa: Does Tiffany need help with all that too? Xuānháo: She doesn't like you, bro. Don't waste your energy with that... He drops his voice, but you’re 100% sure you hear him whisper 'tight-ass.' You’re ready to clap back, but Imani's sharp, mocking laugh stops you. Imani: Glad I wasn't the only one who noticed. She and Xuānháo don't even try to hide it when they high-five. Heat rises up your neck, but Tiffany looks at you, shaking her head and rolling her eyes playfully, as if to say 'These idiots...' and you just nod, giving her a knowing smile. Tiffany: Oh, there's just so much chemistry over there... Should we push some beds together for you guys? Think all three of you can fit in one? Xuānháo laughs, clearly enjoying the chaos. Koa just blinks, completely lost in the conversation, but Imani shakes her head fast, her ears turning bright red. You can't help but smirk as she tries to recover her cool, stepping closer to Tiffany and looking like a scolded puppy. Imani: I was actually hoping to sleep with someone else... Her eyes lock onto Tiffany, who just keeps her gaze glued to her perfectly manicured nails, completely unbothered. Koa and Xuānháo are exchanging looks, trying to figure out what's going on, and you look at...](if: $xuanhao is "odio" and $koa is "cringe" and $tiffany is "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Koa: Boom! Looks like someone’s thirsty for more Hawaiian heat! Did you finally help Jinnie with that? Koa walks over, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake. He wraps a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you in. He’s not looking at you, though—he’s looking straight at Xuānháo and the girls, flexing his free arm. You feel less like a person and entirely like a shiny new accessory he just bought to show off. You: Jinnie...? You look up at him, totally lost for a second, until the beach memory clicks. You: Right! Jinnie. Yeah, we just finished... doing that. You try to slip out of his grip, which actually feels like 'Hawaiian heat'—stifling, sweaty, and way too much. But he just squeezes you tighter, completely oblivious to your intentions. Koa: Love that! Go ahead, babe—I know you’ve been dying to make up for lost time, so you can touch the gains all you want. You: Actually... You give his chest a firm push, finally freeing yourself. You: I think I need a drink... Koa: Okay, babe, but this offer is for a limited time only, yeah? Tiffany: And does that offer apply to everyone else? As you walk away, Tiffany glides past, making sure to sway her hips with every single step. She shoots you a triumphant, wicked smirk as she struts by. Koa: Honestly? I think I can make an exception... Tiffany drops right onto his lap on the bed across from you, and Xuānháo slides in next to them. You slump down next to Imani. Xuānháo: Now that's an upgrade, bro. Good luck handling all that. Koa: Hey, with so many beauties around... You: I'm literally still in the room, for God's sake. Xuānháo: Oh, really? Could've fooled me. He smirks, clearly living for the tension. You’re about to clap back when Imani puts a hand on your arm. Imani: Don't waste your energy on basic tools, girl... You take a deep breath and give her a tight smile, but when you turn to Xuānháo, you clench your fists. The awkward silence is heavy, but Imani kills it instantly. Imani: So, Tiffany... which one of these two are you actually sharing a bed with tonight? You catch a distinct hint of jealousy in her voice. You turn to look at her, but she’s already staring at the bedside lamp like it holds the secrets to the universe. Tiffany just lets out a loud, bubbly laugh. Tiffany: Do I really have to choose? Xuānháo: Ask him. I’ve got zero problems sharing... the more the merrier. Xuānháo’s eyes lock onto Tiffany’s, and she serves him a smirk that says she’s fully in on the game. Koa is grinning like he just won the lottery, but you can't stop looking at...](if: $xuanhao is not "odio" and $koa is "amor" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Koa: Boom! The baddest girl in the villa has arrived! No offense, ladies, but look at her. Koa walks over, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake—or maybe that’s just your heart doing backflips. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in so fast you almost lose your balance. Being this tiny next to him feels... actually, it feels amazing. Koa: Relax, bro! I know it’s tough seeing this beauty with me, but don’t worry, you’ll find someone eventually. Xuānháo: Night’s still young, bro. Don't start the victory lap yet. You: Hello? I’m standing right here. Not a prop, guys. Koa: Of course I know you’re here, gorgeous! I literally said you’re the prettiest! And I’m hugging you, see? I might be huge, but it’s impossible to ignore a vibe like yours, babe. You look into his eyes, completely deadpan. You think about explaining the sarcasm, but it’s a lost cause. He laughs like a big kid, and for a second, being his "new favorite person" doesn't seem like the worst gig in the world. Xuānháo: But yeah, you’re right about one thing: with this many girls on the island, I’m definitely find someone... or two. Or three. Tiffany: Oh, wow, you look so sure. Xuānháo: I am. And c'mon babe... You too, no need to pretend. Xuānháo flashes her a look—definitely not just friendly—and Tiffany smirks back. The air is getting thick. You turn to Imani. You: What about you, Imani? You already know who you’re bunking with tonight? Xuānháo: Seems like she’s still a free agent. You: What do you mean? Tiffany, who's already sitting on his lap, rolls her eyes. Tiffany: I don't know where these idiots got the idea that me and Imani are a thing. Imani: They’re obsessed. Like, give it a rest already. Imani's staring at the bedside lamp like it holds the secrets to the universe, but you catch a distinct hint of disappointment in her voice. Tiffany: I mean, Imani is fire. I definitely wouldn't mind... Koa: But? Tiffany: A lot can change between now and midnight, right? When silence falls, three things happen: Imani excuses herself to go to the bathroom, Tiffany and Xuānháo start flirting, and you feel a sudden urge to pull your main target for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is not "odio" and $koa is "amor" and $tiffany is "odio" and $imani is not "odio")[Koa: Boom! The baddest girl in the villa has arrived! No offense, ladies, but look at her. Tiffany: Come to my bed tonight and tomorrow you won't think the same, believe me. Koa walks over, ignoring the comment, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake—or maybe that’s just your heart doing backflips. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in so fast you almost lose your balance. Being this tiny next to him feels... actually, it feels amazing. Koa: Relax, bro! I know it’s tough seeing this beauty with me, but don’t worry, you’ll find someone eventually. Xuānháo: Night’s still young, bro. Don't start the victory lap yet. You: Hello? I’m standing right here. Not a prop, guys. Koa: Of course I know you’re here, gorgeous! I literally said you’re the prettiest! And I’m hugging you, see? I might be huge, but it’s impossible to ignore a vibe like yours, babe. You look into his eyes, completely deadpan. You think about explaining the sarcasm, but it’s a lost cause. He laughs like a big kid, and for a second, being his "new favorite person" doesn't seem like the worst gig in the world. Xuānháo: But yeah, you’re right about one thing: with this many girls on the island, I’m definitely find someone... or two. Or three. Tiffany: Oh, wow, you look so sure. Xuānháo: I am. And c'mon babe... You too, no need to pretend. Xuānháo flashes her a look—definitely not just friendly—and Tiffany smirks back. The air is getting thick. You turn to Imani. You: What about you, Imani? You already know who you’re bunking with tonight? Xuānháo: Seems like she’s still a free agent. You: What do you mean? Tiffany, who's already sitting on his lap, rolls her eyes. Tiffany: I don't know where these idiots got the idea that me and Imani are a thing. Imani: They’re obsessed. Like, give it a rest already. Imani's staring at the bedside lamp like it holds the secrets to the universe, but you catch a distinct hint of disappointment in her voice. Tiffany: I mean, Imani is fire. I definitely wouldn't mind... Koa: But? Tiffany: A lot can change between now and midnight, right? When silence falls, three things happen: Imani excuses herself to go to the bathroom, Tiffany and Xuānháo start flirting, and you feel a sudden urge to pull your main target for a private chat...](if: $xuanhao is not "odio" and $koa is "amor" and $tiffany is not "odio" and $imani is "odio")[Koa: Boom! The baddest girl in the villa has arrived! No offense, ladies, but look at her. Koa walks over, and he’s so massive you can practically feel the ground shake—or maybe that’s just your heart doing backflips. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in so fast you almost lose your balance. Being this tiny next to him feels... actually, it feels amazing. Koa: Relax, bro! I know it’s tough seeing this beauty with me, but don’t worry, you’ll find someone eventually. Xuānháo: Night’s still young, bro. Don't start the victory lap yet. You: Hello? I’m standing right here. Not a prop, guys. Koa: Of course I know you’re here, gorgeous! I literally said you’re the prettiest! And I’m hugging you, see? I might be huge, but it’s impossible to ignore a vibe like yours, babe. You look into his eyes, completely deadpan. You think about explaining the sarcasm, but it’s a lost cause. He laughs like a big kid, and for a second, being his "new favorite person" doesn't seem like the worst gig in the world. Xuānháo: But yeah, you’re right about one thing: with this many girls on the island, I’m definitely find someone... or two. Or three. Tiffany: Oh, wow, you look so sure. Xuānháo: I am. And c'mon babe... You too, no need to pretend. Xuānháo flashes her a look—definitely not just friendly—and Tiffany smirks back. The air is getting thick. You turn to Imani. You: What about you, Imani? You already know who you’re bunking with tonight? Imani: Why? You want to gloat about me playing a solo game? The room goes quiet for a second while everyone looks around trying to figure out what the hell is going on, but they just decide to let it slide. Tiffany: I don't know where these idiots got the idea that me and Imani are a thing. Imani: They’re obsessed. Like, give it a rest already. Imani's staring at the bedside lamp like it holds the secrets to the universe, but you catch a distinct hint of disappointment in her voice. Tiffany: I mean, Imani is fire. I definitely wouldn't mind... Koa: But? Tiffany: A lot can change between now and midnight, right? When silence falls, three things happen: Imani excuses herself to go to the bathroom, Tiffany and Xuānháo start flirting, and you feel a sudden urge to pull your main target for a private chat...] [[~Koa]] [[~Xuānháo]] [[~Tiffany]] [[~Imani]]

You decide to join the second group. Brooks: You know what? I’m over it. I'm not even doing this with you. Before reaching the lounge, you run into Brooks, but he doesn't even seem to notice you. His jaw and fists are clenched, and he looks like he's about to explode. When you arrive, Asmodée and Yiota are so calm that if you hadn't seen Brooks leaving, you would have thought they weren't together. You: Did something happen? (if: $asmodee is not "amor")[Something did indeed occur. Le petit Brooks suffered a most unfortunate lapse of composure and began to vociferate at us... quite without provocation, I might add.](if: $asmodee is "amor")[Asmodée: Ah, ma chérie... I am certain you can appreciate that le petit insolent briefly exhausted my patience. I may have offered a few remarks, yes—but nothing that deviated from the absolute truth. Furthermore, rest assured that I never afforded him cause for such a deplorable display.] You turn to look at Yiota, but she doesn't even seem to be listening. She's engrossed in her own thoughts, her nose practically glued to the champagne bottle. Asmodée: Our friend appears quite preoccupied with counting the effervescence of her champagne. A fortunate distraction, indeed; it spared her the indignity of witnessing such... tedious and unnecessary tantrums. (if: $brooks is not "odio")[You: Did he just explode like that? Come on. I won't deny that he seems like a guy... Intense with his emotions, but he was very upset. I don't think he just acted like that for no reason. Asmodée: I am merely recounting the facts as they transpired. Whether you grant them credence or not is quite immaterial; it does not alter the truth. Now... is there anything else I might assist you with? A drink, perhaps? I am certain our friend will lend me the bottle for a moment to pour you a glass.](if: $brooks is "odio")[You look at Asmodée intently, trying to decipher whether he's telling the truth or not, but you can't see anything out of the ordinary. Besides, remembering how the blond guy exploded in anger at you a moment ago, his story doesn't seem so far-fetched. You: Yeah, maybe it's best not to dwell on it too much. Asmodée: But let us dwell no longer on such trivialities. Tell me, would you care for a drink? I am perfectly certain the young lady will permit me to borrow the bottle to pour you a glass.] (if: $yiota is not "odio")[At that moment, Yiota turns around with a big smile and hands the bottle to Asmodée, who pours you a glass. Yiota: What's up, bro? Hey, you have to try this. Cool your nose with a bottle of champagne, and I assure you, the heat will be a piece of cake. You: I'll keep that in mind. For now, I think I'll keep trying with a nice, cold drink. Yiota: Okay, kid. So, what's new? You: Not much, I think I'm still blown away by all this luxury. It's crazy, isn't it? Yiota: You bet. Only the big shots in the business have houses like this.](if: $yiota is "odio")[At that moment, Yiota turns around and hands the bottle to Asmodée, who pours you a glass. Yiota: Sup, kid. So, what's new? You: Not much, I think I'm still blown away by all this luxury. It's crazy, isn't it? Yiota: You bet. It's insane.] You glance at Asmodée, who's taking a sip of his wine, clearly avoiding giving his opinion. You: Let me guess. It's not that surprising to you, is it? Asmodée: I had no intention of offering a remark upon that... (if: $yiota is not "odio")[Yiota: How much weight do you move, homie? Asmodée's face is priceless. For the first time since you arrived on the island, you miss your phone. You know you could laugh at that picture for the rest of your life. And Yiota seems to think the same, because she looks like she's going to choke on her own laughter. Yiota: Okay, that was worth the price of admission. I promise not to make jokes about it anymore... At least for a while. Asmodée: I require a moment to compose myself after that. From the brink of death, Asmodée looks at you, clearly inviting you to follow him. Yiota already has her nose pressed to the bottle again, but winks at you when she sees you looking at her. On the other hand, it would be interesting to know what the hell happened to Brooks.](if: $yiota is "odio")[Yiota: Jesus, hom's. How much is your toilet worth? Asmodée: My... toilet? Asmodée's face is priceless. For the first time since you arrived on the island, you miss your phone. You know you could laugh at that picture for the rest of your life. And Yiota seems to think the same, because she looks like she's going to choke on her own laughter. Yiota: Damn, dude. I didn't even have to do the punchline of your poop falling into gold. Asmodée: I require a moment to compose myself after that. From the brink of death, Asmodée looks at you, clearly inviting you to follow him. Yiota already has her nose pressed to the bottle again, completely ignoring you. On the other hand, it would be interesting to know what the hell happened to Brooks.] 'Who should I follow?' [[~Asmodée]] [[~Yiota]] [[~Brooks]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(if: $koa is "amor")['I need more Koa. I gotta see what’s actually goin' on behind those massive pecs.' As if he’s reading your mind, Koa gives you a nod, signaling you to follow him out of the room. Tiffany and Xuānháo are already so deep in their own world they don't even notice—or they just don't care—that you’re heading downstairs right after him. You: What's up, giant? You lean against the doorframe, giving him your best 'come-hither' look, but he doesn't say a word. Instead, he just reels you in and kicks the door shut. Koa: So... I was just about to show you my strength, wasn't I? Is that what you wanted? You don't think you'll ever get over how tiny you feel next to him, but you’re enjoying the view just as much as the first time. You: Koa... Koa: What’s the matter, babe? Don't you want to feel all my... strength? He starts planting quick, soft kisses along your neck, and you tilt your head back to give him full access. He laughs, and his laughter vibrates deliciously against your neck. Koa: Is that a yes? You: Definitely. I want to feel all your... Brooks: Oh my God, lock the door, you nasty creeps! You jump back, face turning bright red. Koa just laughs it off, totally unfazed. Koa: Thanks for the tip, bro! Do us a solid and lock it on your way out, yeah? Brooks: On it. Just try not to scream too loud when you feel all his... You chuck a cushion at him, and it thuds against the door just as he bails. Koa sits down heavily on the couch, and the whole thing dips under his weight, forcing you to slide right into him. Koa: So, where were we... Aitana: Oh crap, sorry, sorry! I just... I left my... Aitana lunges in, snatches her headphones, and bolts out through another door. Koa sighs, and you can practically feel the heat of the moment going up in smoke. Koa: Dammit... How the hell are we supposed to do anything with everyone wandering around? You: I guess it's hard when everyone's still exploring the mansion... Koa: Well, I really wanna explore you, babe. I really, really want to. He leans back in, getting dangerously close to your neck again, but then he just pauses there, lingering. You: Well, we can explore each other another way... Why don't you tell me something about yourself? Koa: What? You want to, like... actually talk to me? He pulls back, looking legit confused. You: Well... Yeah? Shouldn't I? Koa: No. I don't know, it's not that... It's just that... usually, girls don't really ask me stuff, you know? He averts his eyes, suddenly seeming a bit bashful. You rest a hand on his thigh. You: Well, I'm not like other girls, you know? Koa: Definitely not. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, and you have to duck so you don't get smacked by his dreads flying everywhere. When he looks back at you, that cocky smirk is back. Koa: You asked earlier what I do for a living... You: And I got a very... 'eloquent' answer, if I remember correctly. Koa chuckles, making the whole couch shake. Koa: And I wasn't lying, you know? But on the side... I’m actually an expert in blowing stuff up. You arch an eyebrow, waiting for the punchline, but he’s just staring at you with this goofy, proud grin, eyes sparkling like a puppy who just did a trick. You: Wait, really? Koa: Dead serious. I’m a blaster. Controlled demolitions. I do all the math and the technical crap to bring buildings down. You: Wow... that’s actually kinda badass. He waves it off, but you can see him puffing out his chest with pride. Koa: It's easy, babe. Almost as easy as this... He points from you to him. Koa: You and me. I'm dynamite and you're fire! We’ve got chemistry—that's how it works. I just spend my day figuring out how that chemistry works and making it blow. You can’t hide how shook you are, and he notices. He looks away, feeling a little self-conscious. Koa: I guess you’re surprised... [[I was just thinking how hot it is to see a guy who actually knows what he’s doing...]] [[Definitely. You don't exactly scream 'math whiz.']] [[I honestly thought you’d be something more physical... like a personal trainer.]]](if: $koa is not "amor")[You stand up, giving Koa one last look over your shoulder before stepping out into the hallway. You barely have time to count to three before you hear the door click shut behind you. Koa: Was that look an invitation or a plea, babe? You pivot to face him, stopping him in his tracks with one hand flat against his chest—massive, tanned, rock-hard pecs. His eyes drop straight to your lips, looking hungry. You clear your throat, holding your ground. You: I brought you out here to... [[...ask you to stop making those stupid jokes about me.]] [[...get to know you better.]] [[Let's take action.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(if: $xuanhao is "amor")['I definitely need more of Xuānháo. Time to see what’s actually going on behind those eyes.' As if he’s reading your mind, Xuānháo gives you a nod, signaling you to follow him out of the room. Tiffany and Koa are already deep in their own world they don't even notice—or they just don't care—that you’re heading downstairs right after him. You: Were you looking for me, handsome? Your voice is deep and you flash him that smile that you know absolutely wrecks men. He doesn’t even say a word. Instead, in one smooth-as-hell move, he pins you against the wall. His breath is heavy on your neck, and it feels incredible. Xuānháo: Screw midnight. You want this just as bad as I do. You: Xuānháo... You lean into him, inches from his lips, just savoring the tension before you finally go for it and then... the door swings open. Aitana: Oops! My bad! Didn't see a thing! Lalalalalala! Aitana bolts, but the mood is officially dead. Even though you and Xuānháo are laughing, you can see the total disappointment hiding behind his smirk. You: Guess we’re stuck waiting until midnight after all. Xuānháo: Or... we could just lock the door? He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, and you give him a little shove that makes him laugh. Xuānháo: Twelve o'clock. Not a minute later, you hear me? You both sit on the sofa, and the second your knees touch, you start thinking that locking the door was actually a top-tier idea. Xuānháo seems to be thinking the same, but you decide to break the silence. You: Seriously, what are we? Animals in heat? You laugh, and he joins in. You can feel the air in the room lighten up a bit, but the tension is still high-key there. Xuānháo: Would it be so wrong if I said yes? You: I'm gonna say yes this time. Xuānháo: Damn. Alright, gorgeous, but you’re gonna have to distract me. Otherwise, I’m gonna end up throwing myself at you right here on this couch and... You: Tell me something about yourself. What do you actually do when you’re not busy chasing hot girls? Xuānháo rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. Xuānháo: I compose music. You: Oh. What do you play? Guitar? Piano? Xuānháo: Guitar, bass, a little percussion... but that’s not really my main thing. My real instrument is my laptop. You: Like... software and all that? Xuānháo: You know it. I’m a Beatmaker. He leans back, resting his arm behind your head and playfully touching your shoulder. You laugh, but you can feel that spark starting to sizzle again. You: A Beatmaker... okay. Xuānháo: I produce hip-hop beats. You: Hip-hop? Hope I don’t sound totally clueless, but is that a big thing in China? Xuānháo: Actually... I’m repping Singapore, babe. But I get the confusion. The name’s Chinese. The face is Chinese. It happens. He lets out a real, genuine laugh—not seeming offended at all. Xuānháo: But to answer your question: yeah, it’s huge. In its own way. You: So the scene you're talking about... is that in Singapore, or China? He gives you a look like 'Are you for real?' and you just shrug playfully. He smirks and gives your nose a gentle poke. Xuānháo: I’d say both. You’ll find someone in baggy pants and fresh kicks on every corner. We’ve got Somerset Skate Park with B-boys throwing down all day. There's a whole scene out there. You: Wow. Honestly? I would’ve never guessed. Xuānháo: Well, truth is, hip-hop in Singapore or China isn't the same as in the States or Europe. The scene over there is... a bit less 'free,' you know? You see him so relaxed, just sprawling out on the couch and talking about something he’s clearly obsessed with, and all you can think is that there’s nothing hotter than a man who actually knows his craft. He catches you staring and gives you a wink. Xuānháo: I’m probably totally geeking out and boring you with all this music talk. [[Not at all. There's nothing sexier than a man who loves what he does.]] [[Honestly? I dissociated like twenty minutes ago.]] [[Actually, yeah, a little bit.]]](if: $xuanhao is "odio")['It’s day one. I’m already over this nonsense.' You: Come here, Xuānháo. You stand right in front of him, and everyone goes dead silent, just staring at you. He gives them a smug, mocking little smile, but the second your eyes lock onto his, he stands up. Xuānháo: Alright, Miss Drama. Lead the way. The moment you cross the threshold, you pivot, crossing your arms. You: Okay, what's your actual problem? He just chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets and starting to pace the hallway. Xuānháo: I mean... I have insomnia sometimes. I get seasick. I can literally never find shoes in my size... it’s a struggle, honestly. You: Stop playing around. I mean, what's your problem with me? Why are you out there making these idiotic comments? Xuānháo: I’m just doing them a favor by warning them about your drama. And you’re kind of proving my point right now. You: It's not drama. It's called not tolerating idiocy. It’s the first day, for God’s sake... give it a rest. Xuānháo: Interesting choice of words from someone who called a guy she just met a 'wimp'... You: Is that what this is about? Because... [[You’re right. I’m sorry. It was unnecessary and low-key rude of me...]] [[I stand by it. All this intensity just by that?]] [[I think you're exaggerating a little too much. Honestly, I didn't even remember that.]]](if: $xuanhao is not "amor" and $xuanhao is not "odio")['Let's see if there’s actually anything else to him besides the hair.' When Koa starts tripping with some bad joke about Tiffany’s fake nails, you seize the opportunity and nod toward the door. Once you’re out, he just leans back against the wall, arms crossed, rocking that same smug-ass smirk he’s had since he stepped off the boat. Xuānháo: Yeah... think I’d way rather it just be us... You mirror him, leaning right in front of him, and when you cross your arms, you make sure he’s getting the best view of your cleavage. His eyes don’t even blink—he's staring and he ain't even sorry about it. You: Alright, Mr. Confident! At least work for it a little, damn. Xuānháo: You’re the one who called me out here, babe. Pretty sure the job’s already finished. He closes the gap, pinning you with both hands on the wall. He smells fresh—like spicy mint and a brand-new leather jacket—and that cold scent hits different against the heat of his lips as he moves toward your neck. You get a crazy chill down your spine, and put a hand on his chest—still half-doubting if you should stop him or just finally see how those pecs feel. You: Was 'getting to know each other' never an option in your head?" You’re trying your best to look like you’re the one running the show, but you’re just praying internally he doesn't feel your knees shaking while he starts planting those quick-ass kisses on your skin. Xuānháo: I wanna get to know you. Why don't we go get to know everything in the other room? You: You’re fine as hell, I’ll give you that... but... [[...with so many hot-ass men here, you’re gonna need more than some thirsty moves to actually impress me.]] [[...I’m not into strangers invading my personal space.]] [[...why a room? I’m more about that adrenaline rush.]]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(if: $tiffany is not "odio")[Tiffany: Thinking of whipping up some drinks. Want in? Tiffany stands there, offering her hand with the biggest smile her Botox will actually allow. You: More drinks? At this rate, I’m not sure anyone is making it to that party alive. But you take her hand anyway, and you head back to the bar. Tiffany: I’m serious, if I have another glass of Champagne, my mouth is gonna turn into a desert. You: And have you thought about, I don't know... a glass of water? Tiffany: Water isn't part of my brand. We'll see when they finally patent pink water. The bar is a ghost town when you get there. Tiffany rubs her hands together and hops behind the counter. You: Alright, so, no Piña Coladas? You know, the white ones... Tiffany: Look, I’d be lying if I said I only eat pink things—that’s basically impossible. She starts raiding the cabinets and mini-fridges, moving with the confidence of someone who’s done this a thousand times. Tiffany: ...I mean, I’m obsessed with mangoes and dark-skinned men. You just laugh, watching her throw stuff together like a pro. Tiffany: But pink is just my thing. In everything. Plus, standing there in all-pink with a cute pink drink is basically a cheat code for guys who are too shy to come up with an actual opening line. She slides a fancy-looking cocktail over, with a cherry chillin' at the bottom. You look at the color and just raise an eyebrow. Tiffany: What? Purple is basically just a super dark pink, isn't it? The drink tastes like flowers and velvet, and it’s colder than your heart after a night at the club. You let out a genuine moan of happiness. You: I'll say yes if it means you keep making these for me. Tiffany: Whenever you want, honey. A comfortable silence settles as you sip. Tiffany’s barely touched hers as she watches you. Right when you’re about to ask what the deal is, she finally blabs. Tiffany: Can I tell you something? Promise to keep it a secret? You: Go ahead. She scans the room to make sure no one is lurking, then drops her voice. Tiffany: I think Imani is, like... into me. You wait for the punchline, but she just steps back, waiting for you to freak out. You: And that... is a problem? Tiffany: Oh, no, it’s just that... You: Do you not like her? Tiffany: Of course I like her! She’s gorgeous and sweet. But literally everyone on this island is. You: I’m still not seeing the issue, girl. Aren't we here to hook up and party and...? Tiffany: Exactly! This place is a melting pot of hormones and hot people. Maybe today I want to be in her bed, tomorrow in someone else’s, and the day after in another’s! You: Well, it’s only day one. I’m pretty sure most people here are on that same vibe. Tiffany: The thing is... I don't think she is. You: Did she actually say something to you? Tiffany: No, but... You stare into her eyes so intensely she has to look away. She sighs dramatically and sits up straight. Tiffany: ...I can just tell. Every time I’m flirting with a guy, she jumps in. Or she’s got this look on her face like I just kicked her puppy! I swear, she looks like she’s gonna cry. She downs her entire drink in one go, like she’s trying to catch up. You: And did you actually ask her about it? Tiffany: Hell no! I don’t wanna come off like some delusional psycho. What if I’m just making it all up in my head? You: I mean, it's possible. It's been like, five hours. Tiffany: Exactly. Now that I’m saying it out loud, I sound like the dramatic one, right? You: Well... [[Just ask her, honey. Clear up your doubts before you drive yourself crazy.]] [[You want me to ask her? Like, make it look like I’m not even trying?]] [[Honestly? You’re officially being the dramatic one right now. Do you really want to start making a scene on literal day one?]]](if: $tiffany is "odio")['I’m not gonna let this one slide...' You: Hey, Tiffany. Can we talk for a sec? You stand right in front of her, and everyone goes dead silent, just staring at you. She looks bored out of her mind for a second, then just sighs like she’s dealing with a difficult kid and stands up. Once you’re outside, she leans back against the wall, arms crossed, giving you a look that could straight-up freeze water. Tiffany: What? Come to give me another lesson on high society etiquette? You: I just wanna know what your deal is. You've been throwing daggers at me since I walked into that bedroom. Tiffany lets out a dry, fake laugh, looking at the ceiling like she’s praying for strength. Tiffany: I don't have a 'deal,' honey. I just think the whole thing is hilarious, honestly. You: What exactly is hilarious? Tiffany: You. You stood there during intros acting all high and mighty, calling me 'vulgar' just because I know how to put on a good show with a cocktail shaker... She takes a step closer, her voice dropping into that sharp, mean-girl register. Tiffany: ...Meanwhile, you’re walking around in a bikini that’s hanging on by divine grace, thirsty for every single guy’s attention in this house. The hypocrisy is just... wow. It’s giving desperate. 'Alright, she’s really trying to go there.' She smirks, totally thinking she just had a mic-drop moment. She eyes you up and down, just waiting for you to glitch. Tiffany: So, yeah. If you’re gonna play the 'classy' card, maybe try not being the exact thing you’re talking trash about. 'Oh, it is ON.' [[At least I don't need to shake my tits like a cheap prop just to get a guy to glance my way. ]] [[Okay, you know what? Fair point. I was a bitch earlier, and I see how it looks now.]] [[You are so pressed right now. Like, all this drama over one tiny comment?]]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "amor2")You: Not at all. There's nothing sexier than a man who loves what he does. He smirks, straightening his shirt with that signature "Final Boss" arrogance, but you can see his chest puff out, low-key glowing from the compliment. Xuānháo: There's nothing sexier than a woman who says there's nothing sexier than a man who loves what he does. You: You racked your brain over that one, didn't you? Xuānháo: You loved it... You: Maybe... But he's already on top of you, leaning you back into the cushions, and you're not thinking about stopping him. In fact, you're not thinking about anything but kissing him once and for all. Brooks: Oh, wow. Lock the door, you nasty creeps. Xuānháo lets out a massive sigh, stands up, and offers you a hand, pulling you up with a frustrated but playful tug. Brooks: You guys better move it. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting ready for the party. He turns on his heel and bails, leaving the two of you standing there, laughing through the pure, unadulterated frustration. Xuānháo: We should... You: Let's go. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "meh")You: Honestly? I dissociated like twenty minutes ago. His face at that moment is priceless. You burst out laughing while he just stares at you, trying to figure out if you’re for real. Xuānháo: Come on, seriously? You: Seriously what? Xuānháo: What do you mean, "what"? You: Sorry, I dissociated again. You start laughing again and he finally joins in, standing up and offering you a hand, pulling you up with a playful tug. Xuānháo: You're incredible. You: I get told that a lot. Brooks: Ah, here you are! You guys better move it. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting snatched for the party. He turns on his heel and bails, leaving the two of you standing there, but the sexual tension has officially left the room. Xuānháo: Shall we go? You: I'll follow you. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "ush")You: Actually, yeah, a little bit. Xuānháo: Hey, you’re the one who wanted to talk about it... You: I mean, yeah, but I wasn't expecting a TED Talk. He lets out a heavy sigh and stands up, avoiding your eyes. Xuānháo: You’re incredible. You: I get told that a lot He turns around, and it's obvious that the playful energy has vanished. For a second, it looks like he’s about to snap back with something, but then the door swings open. Brooks: Ah, here you are! You guys better move it. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting snatched for the party. Xuānháo: Yeah, we were just heading out. He walks out right after Brooks without even looking back, leaving you alone in the room, just as bored as when you were with him. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "hmm")You: You’re right. I’m sorry. It was unnecessary and low-key rude of me... He opens his mouth, clearly locked and loaded for a counterattack, but he glitches. You caught him completely off guard. Xuānháo: Really? You: Really. Although your approach earlier wasn't exactly gentlemanly, either... Xuānháo: I know. Now it’s your turn to be stunned. You look him in the eyes—or try to, but he looks away, suddenly finding the floor fascinating. Xuānháo: I’m sorry too. I went in with a stupid idea, which made me say even stupider things. You: Well, I’d love to disagree, but... Xuānháo: Hey! This was the part where you were supposed to say something nice back! You: Really? A slow, genuine smirk spreads across his face, and it’s actually contagious. You can't help but laugh. You: I mean... I guess I like your... hair? It's okay. Xuānháo: C'mon! I was about to admit you’re so sexy I literally panicked, and all I get is 'nice hair'? You serve him a teasing smile, letting your eyes wander down his body, lingering way longer than necessary on his abs. He steps into your space with an arrogant, charming smile. Xuānháo: A look is worth a thousand words... You: I mean, you’ve got something, I guess... but I’m afraid if I admit I want to lick those abs, you'll freak out thinking I'm trying to propose and you'll run away. Xuānháo: Trust me... I wouldn't run. In one swift move, he grabs your hand and presses it against his torso, guiding your fingers along the ridges of his abs all the way down to his waistband. Xuānháo: You can touch, lick, whatever you want. And even if you do... I’d be more than happy to say 'no' to that ring. You: And would anything change if I got down on my knees... You unbutton his shorts, feeling brave, and he swallows hard. You: ...to propose? You start to slowly lower his zipper, and his breathing goes from zero to a hundred instantly. Xuānháo: I’d... I’d think about it. You: Too bad you’re not into that kind of commitment. You stop dead in your tracks and pull your hand away. He reflexively pushes his hips forward, searching for your touch, but you just smirk and step back. You: I guess I’ll just save the knee-work for someone else... The frustration on his face is visible for a split second before he breaks into a rough laugh. You turn to walk away, but you don't even make it three steps before you feel his hands on your hips and his hot breath against your neck. Xuānháo: Seriously, how did you manage to get me this turned on while talking about marriage? You: I have my ways... You try to sound like you’ve got it all under control, but your own heart is racing, and he definitely feels it. Xuānháo: Now imagine how wrecked I'd be if you talked about something casual and wild instead... He plants a hot kiss on your neck, but you laugh and spin out of his reach, stopping him with a hand flat against his chest. You: Really, Xuānháo? Already? Xuānháo: Okay, okay. Let’s just not talk at all. You roll your eyes, and you both burst out laughing just as the door swings open. Brooks: Ah, here you are! You guys better move it. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting snatched for the party. Xuānháo: Shall we go? You: I'll follow you. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "ushh")You: I think you're exaggerating a little too much. Honestly, I didn't even remember that. He opens his mouth, ready to launch a comeback, but he just stops. He's staring at you with wide eyes, like he can't believe the sheer audacity. Xuānháo: Oh, so now I’m the crazy one for actually remembering when I get insulted? You: Babe, you're on a reality show. Take a deep breath, vent your frustrations in the confessional, and move on. What's all this fuss about? Xuānháo: If you think that's going to work... You: Use all that energy to go find a hot girl—or a guy, or whoever you're into—and actually get some action. Isn’t that why you’re here? There are ten thousand people out there about to call you way worse than a 'wimp.' If you're gonna cry over every single comment, you’re gonna have a bad time, dude. You can practically see his brain short-circuiting. He opens and closes his mouth like three times, clearly unwilling to admit defeat in a losing battle. Xuānháo: You know what? You're right. So there's no point in standing here talking about it. He pivots, heading for the door with his hands shoved in his pockets. You: Hey, be serious for a sec. Are you gonna keep it cool? He sighs, stopping at the door, but he won't even look you in the eye. Xuānháo: Are you gonna keep it cool? You: I came here to have a good time. Xuānháo: Okay. He turns to leave again, but stops one last time, a devious little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Xuānháo: Hey, about that 'getting some action' advice... You: Don't even think about it. Xuānháo: We'll see in a couple of days, babe. He serves you a wink and walks out. You can't help but smile. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "uff")You: With so many hot-ass men here, you’re gonna need more than some thirsty moves to actually impress me. Xuānháo: Trust me... I got plenty of moves that would definitely impress you... His lips—or maybe just his breath—brush against your neck again. For a split second you find yourself wanting him to stop talking and start showing you, but then he pulls back. You try to keep it together, but you can’t help that shaky exhale. Xuānháo: Go ahead. I can impress you whichever way you want. He shoves his hands in his pockets and leans back against the wall, locking eyes with you as you wonder how someone so cocky can be so charming. You: Actually, I’m more into humble guys... Xuānháo: We got chemistry then, 'cause I’m into liars. You roll your eyes but a soft smile slips out. You try to hide it, but that smile is about as discreet as your bikini—basically zero. Xuānháo: Singapore, twenty-five, Gemini, blue, exactly like you... Maybe a bit more cheerful. You: What? Xuānháo: In case you were wondering what my type was. This time, you don’t even bother hiding the grin. He lets out a real, genuine laugh, and you can’t help but join in. Xuānháo: There it is. You: That’s it? C'mon! Xuānháo: Why do I gotta be the only one doing the impressing? Your turn. You: You want me to talk about myself too, or would you rather I use the thirsty moves? You stare dead at his lips before letting your eyes drop for a second down to his zipper. When you look back up, you can see in his eyes that it works. Xuānháo: You play well. You: Oh, did I do something? You give him a wink and run your fingertips across his chest as you strut past him. You hear him swallow hard, but he keeps that smirk on his face. You: See you at the party. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "ew")You: I'm not into strangers invading my personal space. Sorry. His brain short-circuits so hard from the rejection that he almost loses his balance when you give his chest a little nudge. Xuānháo: C'mon, we ain't 'strangers.' It’s not like we just... You: For real? Do you even know where I’m from? Xuānháo: I mean, you look like you’re... You: Or my age? I’m not even sure I ever dropped my name. He rolls his eyes, pulling a face like everything coming out of your mouth is just wasting his time. Xuānháo: I know you’re fire and you just admitted I’m sexy. What else is there to know, really? You: Like... the fact that I don’t find car air freshener scent sexy. Xuānháo: Air freshener?! This cologne costs more than your— You: Smooth talk works before the rejection, babe. Not after. You pivot without even waiting for him to finish and head straight for the dressing rooms. Later, while you’re getting snatched for the party, you catch Xuānháo quietly asking Koa to borrow some of his lotion. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $xuanhao to "zacarracatelas")You: Why a room? I’m more about that adrenaline rush. His eyes go wide for a second before that cocky-ass smirk comes back, even more arrogant than before. He lets out a little mocking laugh that makes you wanna slap him just as much as you want him to spit in your mouth. Xuānháo: Deadass? You’re a proper little naughty girl, aren't you? You try to find a comeback, a sharp read—anything to wipe that look off his face—but when he buries his face in your neck again, you stop looking for words and start looking for the zipper on his shorts. Xuānháo: I knew you were trouble the second I saw you at the bar. You really want someone to walk in and catch me drivin' you crazy right here? His hands slide under your bikini and you can feel the heat hitting your cheeks, but you don't even try to stop him, even when he laughs. After all, you're actually a little naughty girl. Xuānháo: Or you want me to go grab Koa and share you with him? You tryna make that happen? It’s not even the embarrassment that stops you—it’s the sound of footsteps getting closer. You awkwardly fix your bikini just as Aitana and Jinnie turn the corner into the hallway. Aitana: Oh, you’re going to the dressing room to change too? Damn! Jinnie: Told you, if you wanted the spot for yourself, you should've come yesterday. Before they’re even gone, Xuānháo just turns his back on you and starts walking off after them. He doesn't even bother looking back when he speaks. Xuānháo: That was fun. See you at the party. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "amor2")You: I was just thinking how hot it is to see a guy who actually knows what he’s doing. He gives you this crooked half-smirk before hauling you onto the sofa and settling himself right between your legs. Koa: Well, you know... I'm also an expert in... blasting nuts. You: I cannot believe you actually went there. He wiggles his eyebrows at you playfully, and you both just lose it, cracking up. You: Actually, forget I said anything. I totally believe you went there. Koa: Admit it—you love my jokes. You know what a coconut and I have in common? We're both hard on the outside, full of 'milk' on the inside, and— Brooks: Found ya! Alright, you two, wrap it up. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting ready for tonight's party. Still laughing, Koa stands up and reaches out a hand to pull you up. Koa: Guess we should... You: Let’s go. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "crash")You: Definitely. You don't exactly scream 'math whiz.' You seem a bit... clueless about that. And about everything, actually. Disappointment hits him like a ton of bricks. That goofy, boyish grin just vanishes so fast it’s almost funny. 'What, no witty comeback, Bigfoot?' Koa: Oh, wow. I thought... You: You thought? Since when is that part of your skill set? Koa: Whoa, chill. Where is this even coming from all of a sudden? In a heartbeat, the look on his face flips from total worship to straight-up disgust. Koa: One second we're vibing, and then out of nowhere you're... You: Look, it's one thing to be total eye-candy, but making up a whole fake persona? A 'blaster'? Come on, give it a rest. He stands up, turning his back to you. You can't see his face, but you know for a fact he isn't smiling anymore. Koa: You're right. You’re definitely not like other girls. You: Oh, what’s the matter? Can't take a joke now? But he’s already checked out. The only answer you get is the sound of the door slamming shut behind him. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "amer")You: I honestly thought you’d be something more physical... like a personal trainer. He lets out a deep laugh, flexing his biceps like he’s putting on a show. Koa: Can’t say I blame you, babe. These babies definitely give off that vibe, don’t they? You: Babies? Koa, those biceps are practically grown-up enough to start paying taxes. He cracks up even harder, bouncing to his feet and reaching down to help you up. Koa: Boom! I knew you were my kind of girl. That joke was so terrible I’m actually jealous I didn’t think of it first. Brooks: Ah, here you are! You guys better move it. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting snatched for the party. He turns on his heel and bails, leaving the two of you standing there, but the sexual tension has officially left the room. Koa: Wanna head out? You: Right behind you. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "odio")You: ...ask you to stop making those stupid jokes about me. Koa blinks, his signature arrogant grin faltering for a split second before he tries to play it off with a loud chuckle. Koa: Oh... Wow. That was a little rude, don't you think? 'Was I too harsh? Maybe he was just nervous. He was simply playing his part for the cameras...' You let out a slow exhale and lean back against the wall, tossing your hair over your shoulder. You: Listen, giant. I don't mean to be rude, it's just that... Koa: You just wanted my attention, didn't you? You: Come again? Koa: But you already have it, babe! Look, it's the first day, but since you're trying that hard, I’m gonna be merciful and let you touch my— 'Or maybe he’s just a tool.' You step back, staring at him with wide eyes, unable to believe the sheer audacity. You cross your arms, dropping your voice until it’s ice-cold. You: 'Let me touch you'? Who do you think you are? Like you’re doing some massive favor for whatever 'poor woman' actually agrees to touch you? Koa: Hey, chill! It was just a joke... You: The only joke here is that you think anyone is begging you for anything but to shut your mouth. Koa: Well, back in Hawaii, there are at least two girls who— You: Drop the act, Koa. Now. You're just making yourself look like a complete idiot, and I refuse to be collateral damage. His massive, puffed-out chest deflates slightly. He tries to force a smile, but it’s a catastrophic fail—the first funny thing he's done since he arrived. Koa: Whoa, an idiot? C'mon, babe, it's just banter... everyone was having a good time. You: Were they? Because while you were busy flexing and acting like a caveman, everyone in there is laughing at you right to your face. Not with you. At you. Koa opens his mouth to defend himself, but the words die in his throat. His eyes dart toward the closed door of the bedroom, as if finally replaying the scene in his head and realizing he missed the punchline. You: Do you honestly think anyone in that room takes you seriously? You're playing the loud, clueless meathead, and they love it because it makes them feel so much smarter than you. You watch his massive shoulders drop. The invincible 'Hawaiian heat' persona shatters completely, leaving behind a guy who suddenly looks terribly small and out of place. He swallows hard, his eyes dropping to the floor. Koa: I... I was just trying to keep the mood up. You know, bring the good vibes... He sounds defeated. The cockiness is entirely gone, replaced by genuine hurt. But you don't offer him a lifeline. You: Well, don't use me for your comedy routine. If you want to be the villa's resident clown, be my guest. I can't stop you from embarrassing yourself. But leave my name out of it. Understood? He doesn't say "Boom". He doesn't flex. He just nods slowly, looking utterly miserable. Koa: Yeah. Got it. Sorry. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "yup")You: ...get to know you better. Koa: What did you say? You: Why don't you tell me something about yourself? Koa: Wait... you want to, like... actually talk to me? He pulls back, looking legit confused. You: Well... Yeah? Shouldn't I? Koa: No, no, it's just... well... He blushes and starts fidgeting with his fingers like a nervous kid. (if: $koa is "cringe")[Koa: I don't know why I assumed you thought I was just some idiot. I even convinced myself that Jinnie wasn't calling you earlier and it was just a vibe-check excuse! I guess I’m the stupid one for even thinking that... 'Oops.' You: Hey, I don't think you're an idiot. Anyway... we're talking now.](if: $koa is "sexo")[Koa: No. I don't know. It's just that... usually, girls don't really ask me stuff, you know? Sometimes it seems like they only put up with me 'cause of my looks... 'Oops.' You: Hey, I don't think you're just a pretty face. Anyway... we're talking now.](if: $koa is not "cringe" and $koa is not "sexo")[Koa: No. I don't know. It's just that... usually, girls don't really ask me stuff, you know? You: Well, I'm actually asking you now. Why wouldn't I want to get to know you?] He looks at you with this unreadable expression for a second, then flashes a smile so bright it’s almost childlike. Koa: Well... let me think. He scratches his chin, really putting in the work to find a fun fact. Koa: Oh! Did you know I actually tried to be a stand-up comedian once? You: Seriously?! The words slip out before you can stop them. You have to fake a little cough to hide the laugh bubbling up in your throat. He just shakes his head and sighs. Koa: I know... Can you even imagine? Me, on stage. Ha. Yeah, right... He buries his face in his hands with an audible facepalm, and you instinctively reach out, resting a hand on his thigh. You: Actually, I think you’d be kind of amazing at it. Koa: Really?! He looks at you with the brightest, most hopeful eyes you've ever seen, and you decide the truth is highly overrated right now. You: I mean... Sure! Passion matters way more than talent, they say... You glance at him, but he’s too deep in his feelings to even notice the backhanded compliment. His smile just gets wider. Koa: Thanks! You’re literally the first person to ever say that... Back home, everyone was a hater. They were all like: 'Koa, a comedian can't just tell coconut jokes for an hour.' You: NO. THEY REALLY SAID THAT?! You go full dramatic, putting your hands to your head to make him laugh. He gives you a playful nudge—which almost sends you flying across the room—and looks you dead in the eye. Koa: Okay, wait. Do you know what a coconut and I have in common? You: Please, enlighten me. Koa: A coconut doesn't make people laugh... and apparently, neither do I. But, against all odds, you actually laugh. Brooks: Ah, here you are! You guys better move it. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting snatched for the party. Koa: Shall we go? You: I'll follow you. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $koa to "meh")You stare at him for a beat, searching for words, but your brain has officially left the building. You’ve seen him in those trunks all day, but the second he stepped through that door you could swear his muscles tripled in size—or maybe you’re just down bad. You: Actually, I was thinking that this volcano needs an earthquake to erupt... Koa: An earthquake? Koa’s eyes go wide, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob dramatically. He definitely wasn’t ready for that, and honestly, neither were you. For a split second, you imagine the cringe jokes he’s gonna make—'Keep praying to Daddy Koa, babe'—and you consider running. But your eyes are locked on how those trunks are about to explode, and suddenly, giving him control doesn’t seem like such a bad move. You: Like... with my hand, maybe? Your joke was so bad you know it's going to work. His look shifts from pure shock to hungry desire in a heartbeat. You’re ready for the kiss—ready for whatever he wants to do—but he pulls back, letting out a low chuckle as he guides you toward the nearby mini-bar. Koa: I knew you'd fall for the vibe, babe. The Koa effect is like a tsunami—it hits you and you don't even know where it came from. He leans against the counter, looking like a billboard for underwear, giving you a predatory look he definitely rehearsed in a mirror a million times. Koa: Why the rush, babe? Let me get you a drink. I’ve got a recipe that pairs perfectly with these abs. You serve your best seductive look, deciding to just be legally deaf for the next hour. He’s devouring you with his eyes, but he keeps fumbling with the bottles. Koa: And speaking of this, do you know the difference between a cocktail shaker and me? You: Why don't you come closer and whisper it in my ear? Koa: You're a naughty girl, I like that... But he doesn’t move an inch. He just stays there, mixing. Koa: A shaker only makes noise when you move it, but I make the whole world vibrate when I move. Boom! Get it? Positive vibes, babe... and the other kind. Flirting has never been this hard. You try to smile while fighting the urge to roll your eyes into another dimension. It’s so stupid it actually hurts, but then you look back at the swimsuit and try to convince yourself: his brain is inversely proportional to that. You: Oh, really? Why don't you actually show me? You press your body against his, finally making him drop the shaker. His hands—still ice-cold—slide down to your hips, and you let out a genuine moan, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing his jaw like you’re trying to stop his heart. Koa: Wow... and here I am acting like an idiot... speaking of shakers... You can barely hear him over his own ragged breathing. You smirk, ready to steal his lips before he ruins the mood again. Koa: And... vibrations... and... and... Your hands slide down his abs, tracing that V-line, heading south, and then— Koa: NO! WAIT! The shout makes you jump back, heart racing. You’re looking around for a fire or a camera crew, but he’s just standing there with a massive, proud grin. Koa: Damn, I almost ruined my own joke! Listen. Do you know the difference between a cocktail shaker and me? The shaker gets tired of shaking... but I can keep the mix going until I hit the spot! Boom! Because I’ve got that stamina, you know? The all-night kind. It literally just came to me. You: Are you... are you actually for real right now? Koa: Yes! Isn't it brilliant? It's a metaphor. A sex metaphor, do you get it? You: You are... absolutely incredible. Seriously. The sarcasm is so heavy it’s a wonder the floor doesn’t break in half, so you're actually surprised when Koa just beams at you like you gave him a standing ovation. Koa: Thanks! But speaking of sex... Your body is actually absolutely incredible... Do you want to...? Brooks: Ah, here you are! You guys better move it. Everyone’s already in the glam rooms getting snatched for the party. Brooks turns on his heel and bails, leaving the two of you standing there, but the sexual tension has officially evaporated. Koa: Damn! Want me to finish making your drink or...? You: See you at the party, giant. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $tiffany to "neutral")You: Just ask her, honey. Clear up your doubts before you drive yourself crazy. Tiffany: But what if I actually AM just overthinking it? I'll look so dumb. You: Look at it this way: it's better to be wrong and look a little 'extra' for talking about it than to actually be an extra for being wrong and still thinking about it because you didn't talk about it. Tiffany: Well, that sounds... Wait, what? You: That nothing bad is gonna happen if you just speak up. If she catches a vibe just because you’re being straight with her, that’s on her lack of emotional intelligence, not yours. She stays quiet for a second, lets out a slow exhale, and just starts nodding like it finally clicked. Tiffany: Okay. You’re right. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? You: Exactly. Plus... can I tell you a secret? Tiffany: Spill. You lean in close to her ear, crossing over the bar in a total conspiratorial move. You: This is all going to end up on TV anyway, babe. You step back, laughing, and she just stands there blinking for a second until the realization hits and she joins in. Tiffany: Shit! You: Now come on, babe. We’re gonna be late for the party. You give her a wink, and the two of you head back toward the house, still laughing about the whole thing. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25))) (set: $tiffany to "amistad2")You: You want me to ask her? Like, make it look like I’m not even trying? Tiffany: You'd actually do that? She practically jumps out of her seat, looking so relieved it’s like you just saved her from asking you first. You: Totally. But you’re gonna have to keep these drinks coming in return. She nods like crazy while pouring the rest of the shaker into your glass, making sure you’ve got every last drop. Tiffany: But seriously, you cannot tell her I said anything. You: Please. Who do you think you’re talking to? Just relax and leave it to the expert. Tiffany: I love it. One cocktail expert and one gossip expert. We’ve got some serious talent on our hands, huh? You: Well, on a reality show like this, it actually sounds like a dynamite team. Tiffany: Alright, 'Dynamite Team'... shall we go find something explosive for the party tonight? You: I’m right behind you. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $tiffany to "huevo")You: Honestly? You’re officially being the dramatic one right now. Do you really want to start making a scene on literal day one? Tiffany: It’s not like I wanted to make a scene, but seriously, I swear she— You: Hey, I already told you what I think. Why are you trying so hard to convince me otherwise? Tiffany: It’s not that I want to, it's just— You: Look, I get it. We all want to shine for the cameras, but don’t think this is the way to do it, girl. It's the first day. Chill. Tiffany: Okay! Fine! I get it. She throws her hands up like she’s surrendering, but her lips are curled—she’s clearly annoyed. Tiffany: It was just a conversation, relax. You: Oh, I’m perfectly relaxed. Maybe you’re the one being a little dramatic and that’s why you’re projecting it onto everyone else? Tiffany: I... You: You’re actually really good at making drinks, for real. How about you try to stand out with that instead of forcing a plot that isn't there? She opens her mouth to snap back, but she shuts it almost instantly. She just sighs, shakes her head, and stands up, taking one last sip from her already empty glass—probably just to keep up the act—before slamming it down on the bar. Tiffany: I’m late for the party. I’m gonna go get ready. And just like that, she struts back toward the mansion. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $tiffany to "odio2")You: At least I don't need to shake my tits like a cheap prop just to get a guy to glance my way. Tiffany: A cheap prop?! Her voice hits a pitch so high you actually wonder if one of those balloons she calls titties is about to pop. Tiffany: I’m a professional! The only cheap thing in this house is that string you’re rocking like— You’re standing there with a huge smirk, just waiting for the punchline so you can lose it, but Tiffany stops. You can see the heat draining from her face with each exhale until she smiles—a humorless smile, but not the kind you had in mind. Tiffany: You want to do this on the first day? Fine. She steps up, getting all up in your grill. You stand your ground, not backing down an inch, but you're lowkey impressed noticing for the first time how tall she actually is. Tiffany: But we aren’t doing this your way. You: Please! Don't leave me hanging! That one you were telling was actually better than any of the whack jokes Koa’s been dropping. For real. Tiffany: I’m not gonna sit here and come or your fit, or your body... You: 'Cause I’m flawless? Or 'cause you know you’d take the L? Or— Tiffany: Because I’m not gonna stoop to your level. You: Ooh, good one! You try to force a laugh, but it gets stuck in your throat, replaced by near-death boredom. You roll your eyes so hard it actually hurts. You: Seriously? You’re gonna try the 'classy' act when you look like... Tiffany: It's not about how I look. It's about who I am. You: Let me guess. You’re 'better than me' right? Tiffany: I’ll just say... I wasn't the one who snapped at a girl who was just vibing for zero reason. And then kept poking at her for clout. You: And there it is! Ladies and gentlemen, the victim! This time, Tiffany’s the one smiling, just shaking her head. And her condescension stings way worse than if she’d actually screamed. Tiffany: Feeling better about yourself now? Cool. I gotta go get ready for the party. You don't stop laughing until she’s completely out the door, and you keep it going a little more, 'cause it’s way better to be the villain than the victim. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))(set: $tiffany to "hueva")You: You are so pressed right now. Like, all this drama over one tiny comment? Tiffany: 'A tiny comment'? She's staring at you with wide eyes, like she can't believe the sheer audacity. Tiffany: Stop it. That gaslighting is not hitting the way you think it is, honey. You don’t get to talk smack and then act brand new just because it was a 'tiny comment.' You: I didn't say it was fine, but it’s done. You waiting on an apology? Don't hold your breath. But are you gonna ride my coat-tails and keep this beef going all summer just for clout? Even if you try, you’re gonna get bored, 'cause I’m not giving you anything. It’s not happening. Tiffany: Sure. Let the girl talk trash with zero consequences, is that what you want? 'Cause... You: Look, I’m checking out of this conversation. Just a little tip: I came here to live my best life, and you should probably do the same instead of being a total crybaby on camera. Tiffany: First 'vulgar,' now a 'crybaby'? Are you for real right— You: Just block me out. That’s exactly what I’m doing to you. You just turn your back on her mid-sentence, walking toward the door before she can even start spiraling again. (display: "FIESTA")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))The deck explodes into whistles and cheers, cutting right through the whole mood. A new batch of heartbreakers is strutting down the catwalk, and the lineup is pure fire. The girl-to-guy ratio is looking good, and they're bringing all the curves you were missing. Tiffany: OH MY GOD! Hiiiii! Look at you all! How are you even real? Seriously, looking this snatched cost me a literal house and six months of recovery time. I'm a total Barbie lookalike, but I actually go by Tiffany. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/wBFKcPWj/Air-Brush-20260425171410.jpg" width="100%"> She does this slow, calculated 360, serving pure "plastic is fantastic" energy. She’s curvy in all the right places—sculpted by the gym and, let’s be real, a very talented surgeon. It takes you a second to actually look up—honestly, her body is like a magnet and your eyes are just metal—and by the time you do, she’s already catching your eye with a smirk. Tiffany: Take your time. I know it’s a lot to look at—this whole setup took a massive investment to put together. You: Definitely worth the view. But let's not pretend those eyes aren't the best part. She lets out this high-pitched giggle that makes her entire body—and yeah, you mean entire body—vibrate in sync. Tiffany: You’re a sweetheart. I was actually just about to compliment you on those abs. God, they're rock hard. Without a hint of shame, she slides her hand down your stomach, tracing your abs all the way to the waistband of your trunks. You swallow hard, but before you can even react, the new guy grabs the mic. Sopuruchukwu: Well, I don't think I can top an entrance like that. My name is Sopuruchukwu, I'm 28 years old, and… Wow! You are all really gorgeous, I think I have won the lottery. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/QtHXBhjP/Air-Brush-20260425171550.jpg" width="100%"> Koa: Sopuru-what? Damn, bro, that’s a mouthful. We’re just gonna call you Sopu, yeah? Or maybe Chuck? Sopuruchukwu: Oh, I... Actually, I'd rather you didn't. It's Sopuruchukwu. I... I know it takes a second to learn, but...my name holds a lot of meaning for me. I prefer hearing it spoken fully... Koa: Oh, hey... fair enough, man. Respect. Sopuruchukwu it is. Sopuruchukwu: Thaks. He reaches for one of the neon-colored monstrosities Koa left on the bar and takes a massive swig. You can see his jaw tighten as he swallows the "jet fuel," but he’s fighting for his life to keep a straight face. You can’t tell if he’s being polite or if his taste buds just went numb instantly. Imani: Don't start the party without me! The last girl in the group flashes a smile that’s straight-up blinding. She struts over, working those hips with a sway that’s total overkill, but she makes it look effortless and incredibly hot. <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/qM8p6mHY/Air-Brush-20260425171441.jpg" width="100%"> Imani: I’m Imani. I’m bringing nothing but good vibes and straight-up unbridled lust. I hope you’re all ready for this Caribbean pearl, 'cause I am definitely not holding anything back! Brooks: Cute. Hope you’ve got thick skin, honey. You’ve gotta bring more than just 'vibes' if you want to make a real splash here. 'Good vibes' usually just get you sent home early. Imani: Oh, but lust definitely does the trick, babe. You’d be shocked how far a killer smile and a legendary blowjob can get you. Tiffany: Preach, girl! Facts. Why do you think I spent a literal fortune on these lips? Sopuruchukwu: For the smile? Koa bursts out laughing and slaps Sopuruchukwu on the back so hard the poor guy almost eats the floor. Koa just shakes his head, looking at him with pure pity before throwing a massive arm around his shoulders. Koa: C'mon, man! How have you survived this long in the wild, bro? These girls aren't talking about smiles, they're talking about dicks, dude! Imani: Not necessarily... While the rest of the group introduces themselves—you can't believe Koa actually dropped that thunder joke on Tiffany—Sopuruchukwu approaches you with a shy little smile. He's redder than a tomato, nervously fiddling with the cords of his vest. Sopuruchukwu: I just... I had to come over and say hey. You: Hey! What's up, man? So, did we live up to the hype? Sopuruchukwu: You definitely exceeded it... He swallows hard and then, after a long sigh, he whispers to you—thinking he’s being low-key, but of course, everyone notices. Sopuruchukwu: You're really handsome. I don’t want to make it weird or anything, but I guess it’s better to just be upfront... I mean... do I even have a shot? Or are you just into girls? Tiffany, who was busy theatrically adjusting her cleavage, looks up and gives you a double take. Tiffany: That's it. What's the diet? Because I was always taught to eat everything on the menu... 'They're asking about my diet? Do I lean into the chaos, or shut it down before someone gets too attached?' [[What I do when I’m trashed even count?]] [[I’m strictly carnivore, honestly. Big fan of breasts and thighs.]] [[Doctors say microplastics’ll kill you, but... what can I say? It’s what I’m into.]]

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: What I do when I’m trashed even count? Jinnie: Depends... Does what you do when you're trashed include stick your dick in guys? You: No. Jinnie: Then I'd say no. You: Great! Still straight, then. Brooks: Kisses and cuddles count too... You: Damn! Everyone’s dying, except Sopuruchukwu—he’s just staring at you like a lost puppy waiting for a treat, face totally bright red. You: Just kidding, man. I’m into girls, but I can appreciate good taste, for real. He nods, and it’s like a switch flips—his whole vibe changes and he hits you with a huge, confident smile. Sopuruchukwu: I get it. But, just in case... Bottoms up, or what? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Y9Vz3GZm/Air-Brush-20260428121435.jpg" width="100%"> The whole group loses it, and the bottle starts making the rounds. When Tiffany hands it over, she grazes your fingers—definitely making a move—but Imani and Sopuruchukwu seem like pretty fun options too... (display: "2preg")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: I’m strictly carnivore, honestly. Big fan of breasts and thighs. Brooks: Cock-a-doodle-doo! <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/K86HK9yv/Air-Brush-20260428085225.jpg" width="100%"> You: I meant vegan. The whole group just loses it. Tiffany’s leaning on the railing right next to you, totally working her angles—not like she doesn't have a million. Meanwhile, Imani and Sopuruchukwu are already going for the bottle. They both seem pretty chill and, honestly, like solid options right now... (display: "2preg")

(enchant:?page,(text-colour:black)+(bg:(hsl:300,0.8039,0.5,0.25)))You: Doctors say microplastics’ll kill you, but... what can I say? It’s what I’m into. You glance at Tiffany while dropping that, and she just loses it and winks at you. Koa: I don't know about you, man, but I prefer macroplastics. Boom! Brooks: Oh, that dildo in the dorm was yours? Jinnie: If it was purple, it was mine. Brooks: What? <img src="https://i.postimg.cc/Wb1f1Tn5/Air-Brush-20260428121058.jpg" width="100%"> The whole squad just dies laughing. Tiffany’s leaning on the rail right by you, totally working her angles—and she’s got plenty—but Imani and Sopuruchukwu are already reaching for the bottle. They both look pretty hyped and like solid options too... (display: "2preg")