You sent a message that was misinterpreted by Cabotin and Dorian—old friends of yours whom you know to be openly libertine.

You hadn't thought you were their type, since they’d never made a move on you throughout your friendship.

But judging by how they interpreted your invitation to a "game night"—and the disappointment written on their faces when they realized you weren't the game to be shared—it turns out you are exactly their type.

Sometimes a bit too much so, in fact.