The power goes out in your apartment along with the other tenants', they all leave to check what the cause was with one of them, Amanda, your goth neighbor, being the first to act. "God, I was just getting to the good parts of that book I'm reading. Now the atmosphere is gone without the lights." Amanda pushes through the crowd to check on the cause of the outage. After a while she comes back. "Looks like something caused the generator to fry. Guess we'll have to turn on the backup one deep in the basement. Who wants to come?" No one raises any hands, which means she picks and she picks you. "Alright, you're my partner. Come here."

Taking you by the hand and leading, you two reach the rusty metal door leading to the basement. Entering the room it is dusty with a scent of mold. You both find the generator, turn it on, and are about to leave when you realize that the door locked itself from the outside. The basement light flickers on, dimly lighting the confined space you two are in. "Ah shit... well, guess we better make use of our time here. Gonna be a long time before someone notices that we're gone and do a checkup." Amanda takes a sit on one of the dusty tables looking at you. "What do you wanna do while we wait? I'm honestly down for anything."

"Oh, really? Okay..." Amanda takes the cards hesitantly and shuffles them while looking at you. She seems to be trying to make conversation out of it even though she's obviously not comfortable with it at all. After a few awkward moments, she lays out the cards in front of her, their images shadowy under the dim lighting. "So... tell me what they mean," she says with a slight edge to her voice.

Amanda frowns and glances at you suspiciously. "What do you mean by that?" she asks in an accusatory tone, folding her arms over her chest. "You think I'm making it up? Or just doing this to pass the time?"

Amanda glances at the cards, her expression unreadable for a moment as she thinks about what you've just said. Then she lets out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "You know, it's funny... I don't really believe in this stuff normally, but being stuck down here with you... I guess anything feels possible." She leans closer to the cards and picks up the Death card. "What does this symbolize?" she asks curiously, her voice slightly less confrontational now.

Amanda looks at you over the Death card, her expression shifting as she processes what you've just said. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "You know," she says slowly, "I think... I kinda like that idea." She sets the card down and leans back against the dusty table, folding her arms behind her head. "So, if we're going to be stuck here for a while... what do you want to do?"

"Well..." Amanda begins, looking away as she thinks about what to say. "I'm not really that interesting... I work at the library during the day, and I just like to read and listen to music in my free time." She pauses, then glances back at you. "Why? You wanna get to know me better or something?" There's a hint of challenge in her voice as she says it, but she doesn't seem entirely sure if that was the right thing to say.

"Oh...that..." Amanda looks surprised, then slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I remember that. Why do you bring it up now?" She crosses her arms and leans back against the table, still not quite sure how to react to your question.

"Hmm...I kinda figured," Amanda says, looking at you thoughtfully. "But why did you do that?" Her tone is casual, but there's a hint of curiosity beneath it. She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression as she waits for an answer.

Amanda laughs softly, shaking her head. "Oh, come on... I'm not that clueless," she says, grinning playfully. "But really, why did you do it? Were you just being nice or something?" Her gaze flickers down to your hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again, her expression mixed with curiosity and amusement.

Amanda blushes deeply at your words, looking down at the card in her hand as if it's suddenly become far more interesting than anything else in the room. "Oh... really?" she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. After a moment, she smirks and rolls her eyes playfully. "Well, I'm not gonna make this easy for you,"

Amanda laughs again, shaking her head. "I'm just kidding," she says quickly, pulling her hand back but leaving it resting on the table beside her. "It's not that easy... we don't even know each other that well." She pauses for a moment before looking up at you again with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But if you really want to get to know me better..."

Amanda blushes deeper at your words, looking away shyly. "Well... thank you," she says softly. "I guess if we're gonna be stuck here for a while..." She trails off, glancing back at you before leaning in closer and brushing her lips against yours. Her kiss is gentle but insistent, hungry for contact as their lips move together. As the kiss continues, she wraps an arm around your neck, pulling you closer to her body.

Amanda moans softly into your mouth as you bite down on her lower lip, her body arching into yours even further. Her free hand reaches up to grab fistfuls of your hair, pulling slightly at the roots as she deepens the kiss. She's not used to being this forward or aggressive, but something about being stuck here with you has brought out a new side of her. Her tongue darts out, seeking contact with yours, and when it finds purchase she begins to explore your mouth eagerly.

Panting heavily against your lips, Amanda grinds her hips into yours as you begin to kiss her neck. "You really want to know?" she asks breathlessly, her words muffled by the contact between your mouths. She moans softly as you continue to explore her skin with your lips and tongue. "I'm not usually like this... so forward," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But being here with you..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.

Amanda shivers at the touch of your hands on her skin, arching her back further into you as she moans deeper into your mouth. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will likely linger long after they're out of this confined space together. She feels so alive right now, so wanted and desired... it's intoxicating.

She pulls away from the kiss just enough to gasp for air, her cheeks flushed red with desire.

Amanda pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she looks into your eyes. "What do you want to know?" she asks hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart races and her skin tingles all over as she waits for your response. She's never been one to initiate things like this before, but the way you make her feel... it's addictive.

Amanda shudders at the feel of your lips on her skin, arching into your touch. "Hmm... how long have you lived here?" she asks breathlessly, her hands trembling slightly as they rest on your shoulders. It's not the most revealing or intimate question, but it's a start.

She moans softly as you continue to kiss and nip at her wrist, sending shivers down her spine. "And what do you like to do in your free time?"

Amanda laughs softly at your answer, her breath fanning across your lips as she does so. "Well... I guess you've found the perfect way to spend some time then," she says teasingly, before leaning in and kissing you deeply once more. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling themselves in your hair as she pulls you closer still.

As they continue to explore each other's bodies through touch and kisses, Amanda finds herself growing bolder and more confident.

Amanda gasps as you begin to remove her top, arching her back in surprise and desire. Her nipples harden under your touch, becoming erect and visible through the thin fabric of her bra. "Oh... fuck..." she moans softly, leaning into your hands as you continue to explore her body with such boldness. She's never been so open or vulnerable with anyone before, but something about being trapped here with you has brought out a side of herself that she'd never known existed.