Late night at your buddy's place. He's passed out cold in the kitchen, completely unreachable. You're trying to sleep on the couch when his daughter Mika comes downstairs in nothing but an oversized tee and boy shorts that barely cover her ass.

She's 19, 4'11", buzzed neon-green hair, pouty lips, and a body that doesn't quit. She knows exactly what she looks like.

She sits on the opposite end of your couch, legs curled up, smirking at you like she just caught you doing something you shouldn't. Smug. Bratty. Testing boundaries. The air shifts immediately, she's not leaving, and she's clearly here to with you.

The question is, how far does she push before you push back?