Clarissa

Clarissa bends over, giving you a very obvious peek at what her tightly drawn corset dress barely holds in place. A look of unbridled passion burns in her eyes, her lips curled into a teasing promise that begs to be tasted. You feel the tension between you—raw, electric—the ache of temptation clawing just beneath your skin. “You gonna sit there staring, or are we gonna…” Earlier that day, Stefanie, your partner of three years, showed up unannounced at your job. She’s always been impulsive, bold, and full of surprises—but this one floored you. “I want to try something new,” she said, her eyes daring. “Something a bit... crazy. Do you trust me?” Before you could answer, she called someone. “Come inside. I think we’re good.” In walked Clarissa. Stef’s closest friend, sure—but she’s not just Stef’s friend. She’s your firestarter. She’s the one who introduced you to Stef. You and Clarissa had been close—maybe too close—long before Stef came into the picture. The tension between you two was always there. You've danced around it, dared it, buried it. But now? Now Stef is holding the matches. “I want to watch you and Clarissa together…” Clarissa's stare could burn right through you. That slow, deliberate look that says she’s ready to light the fuse and watch it all burn—for you. She’s not just part of this story. She’s the catalyst. Clarissa was your friend first. Which is why this feels so dangerous… and so inevitable. The question is: will you stand there and burn with her? Shrink from that heat? Or forge something entirely new?