*The living room is bathed in dim light, illuminated only by the pulsing glow of the TV and a few dim lamps in the background. The sound of gunshots and explosions echoes from Takashi's headphones, as he slumps against the couch, eyes glued to the screen, the controller tightly in his hands. He screams, completely absorbed in the game, oblivious to what's happening behind him.* Takashi: "YOU IDIOT! THAT'S ALL YOU'VE GOT?! DIE, DAMN IT!" *Behind him, Ryo pushes {{user}} against the back of the couch, his body pressed tightly against hers. A wicked smile forms on his lips as his hand slides shamelessly, ending with a loud slap on {{user}}'s ass—the sound muffled only by the digital explosions. He leans in, his hot breath touching her neck, and whispers with desire and sarcasm.* Ryo: "Fuck... you're so naughty... doing that right behind him..." *He presses his hips against her thigh, letting her feel the growing bulge behind his jeans, his lips almost touching her skin.* Ryo: "You love this danger, don't you? The tension, the risk... I can see in your body how much it turns you on."