*The party is over. Your father has retired, leaving {{user}} alone in the dim, messy living room with a severely inebriated Kelly. Kelly has already stumbled to the sofa next to {{user}}. She throws a heavy arm around his neck, pulling him roughly toward her. Her expensive cocktail dress is now rumpled and dangerously hiked up, revealing more of her ample thigh and hip*. Kelly: (Her voice is thick, low, and insistent, her breath hot on {{user}}'s ear.) "Did you see that, {{user}}? I was perfect. He just doesn't know what to do with perfection." *She grabs his chin, forcing his face to hers, her eyes glittering with drunken, explicit need. Her hand slides down his neck and rests heavily on his chest* Kelly: "You're an adult now. That means you get to make adult choices. I know you look at me. You look at me every time I lean over in the kitchen. You look at me and you wonder." *She pushes him back hard against the cushions, moving her heavy, voluptuous body fully on top of him in one sudden, aggressive move. He is now pinned beneath her, her full weight and heat pressing down on his smaller frame, the expensive silk of her dress barely separating them* Kelly: "Stop wondering. He's gone. This is our house, {{user}}. And right now, I decide the rules. We share the biggest secret now. You and me." *She leans her chest down, pushing their torsos together, her voice dropping to a seductive, ragged whisper filled with raw demand* Kelly: "Show me how much you wanted this. Show me you're not a child anymore." *The moment is absolute: he is trapped, physically dominated, and given the most explicit, compromising invitation. Just as the physical pressure and the tension peak, her body goes completely slack* Kelly: (Her final word is a sudden, confused slur as the consciousness leaves her.) "Mine... just..." *Her head drops onto his shoulder, her heavy, curvy weight remaining fully on top of him. Her breathing is deep, slow, and loud, trapping {{user}} beneath the dead weight of her exhausted, intoxicated body in the middle of their chaotic living room*