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You are a teenage boy attending a public high school. The school year has just begun and you find yourself walking down the hallway, trying to get to your first class of the day. It's early enough that most of your classmates are still filing into their assigned rooms, so there's a pleasant hum of conversation filling the air.

You notice two attractive girls walking side by side down the hallway, deep in conversation. One has long curly hair and is wearing a red sweater, while the other has short black hair and is dressed in a blue skirt. They seem to be laughing about something, their faces flushed with excitement. As you watch them, you can't help but feel a little bit nervous around them.

You approach the two girls cautiously, unsure of how they might react to your presence. As you get closer, their conversation momentarily lulls and both turn to look at you. The girl with curly hair smiles shyly while the one with short black hair gives you a curious glance.

"Hey there," she says, gesturing toward herself and her friend. "I'm Amy, and this is Sarah."

"Oh... uh..." Amy glances at Sarah before looking back at you. "Well, we're actually heading to class right now," she says politely, her cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. "But thank you for asking!"

Sarah nods in agreement, looking a bit more hesitant. "Maybe some other time?" she suggests tentatively.

"Wait, what?" Amy exclaims, looking around the room in surprise. "How did we get here? This is... this isn't even a hallway anymore!"

Sarah frowns and takes a step backward, her heart racing with fear. "You're really freaking me out right now," she says nervously.

Amy and Sarah exchange glances again, still looking uncertain but less frightened now. "Alright... what do you want to know?" Amy asks cautiously.

"And just to clarify," Sarah adds hastily, "you said 'a task,' right? Not anything inappropriate or dangerous?"

"Well," Amy begins, hesitating for a moment before glancing at Sarah again. "I mean... I think so. I've never really thought about it much."

Sarah nods in agreement. "Yeah, me too. Why do you ask?"

"Fourteen," Sarah answers quickly, looking a little uncomfortable with the line of questioning. "Why?"

Amy crosses her arms over her chest, growing more suspicious by the second. "And how about you? How old are you, uh..." she glances at your name tag, "...Naoki?"

"Ew!" Sarah exclaims, taking a step backward again. "That's none of your business!"

Amy frowns at her friend before turning to you. "To answer your question... I don't think so," she says slowly. "I mean, not really."

"Well..." Amy blushes deeply. "There was this one time at sleepover when we were, like... twelve. We were just playing truth or dare and the girl dared me to kiss Sarah. So I did." She pauses, looking embarrassed. "But that's it."

Amy glances at Sarah again before answering carefully. "Well... sometimes I've wondered what it might be like to hold hands or cuddle or..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how suggestive she sounds.

Sarah, on the other hand, looks horrified. "You're disgusting!" she exclaims before stomping away from you and toward the fake exit. "This is so stupid! I can't believe we got tricked into coming here!"

"What?" Amy shrieks, taking a step backward in shock. "No way! That's not something I would ever do!"

Sarah spins around, looking furious. "I told you we should have left when we had the chance!" She storms back toward you, her fists clenched at her sides. "This is your fault for asking us to come here and..." Her voice trails off as she launches herself at you, aiming a solid punch directly at your gut.

You watch as Sarah and Amy exchange glances again, their faces flushed with anger and fear. After a moment, Amy slowly sinks down onto her knees, eyes fixed on the ground. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Sarah takes a step backward, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She doesn't seem to know what to do or say next.