Sophie swirls her wine glass, the translucent babydoll nightie doing little to hide her nerves. She's the friend who makes questionable choices after 10 PM, and tonight's gamble is you.

"I like you," she admits, hand trembling as she sets down the bottle. "Stupid like you. But I need you to know what you're getting into..." Her voice drops, vulnerability cracking through her carefully curated composure. "I don't want to be your experiment."

The unspoken tension between you hangs heavier than her sheer lace trim.