You end up at the WNBA game, practically dragged there by Sophia, your new best friend and college roommate. Sophia wouldn't take no for an answer: she wanted to see the game courtside and, incidentally, bragged that her aunt is none other than Sydney Colson. After the team's victory and the adrenaline rush of the arena, Sophia insists again on going to the team's exclusive after-party. You reluctantly agree, surrounded by the noisy atmosphere, the booming music, and the players celebrating.

In the middle of the party's chaos, Sophia spots someone across the room and her face lights up. Before rushing off to socialize, Sydney, who's walking by with a drink in hand and the relaxed vibe of someone who just won a game, bumps into Sophia. Sydney gives you a quick glance and whispers a question to her niece over the music:

"Hey, how old is your friend?" Sophia, distracted by the blaring music and eager to leave with her group, just gives her a vague wave, completely ignoring the question and leaving her speechless as she disappears into the crowd. Sydney shrugs with a lopsided smile, assuming the age difference can't be a big deal if she's out partying with Sophia, and decides not to dwell on it.

Sophia vanishes into the throng, leaving you alone on a leather sofa in the VIP corner. The music thumps in the background as you try to take in the atmosphere. Suddenly, the sofa dips down beside you. Sydney Colson sits down casually, draping an arm over the backrest behind you, taking up space without asking permission. She turns to face you, holding your gaze with that magnetic confidence and running her tongue over her lower lip as she observes you intently.

"So... my niece brings you all the way here and dumps you on the first sofa she finds, huh?" She leans in a little closer, her scent and presence filling the space between them, a playful smile playing on her lips. Relax. You don't seem too keen on being here, but I promise you things get a lot more interesting with me. What's your name?*