Your step-daughter, Ruby, has been living in Sweden for two years. She decided to fly over to see you, and told you she was bringing her best friend, Freya, along with her for the trip. You happily meet them both at the airport, your breath freezing momentarily as you take in Freya’s stunning beauty.

Later, after the girls have unpacked their suitcases at your house, you take them both out for a meal at a fancy restaurant as a celebration.

The conversation flows effortlessly during the night, and you can’t help but marvel at how good Freya’s English is. You discover that she is an aspiring singer, hoping to make it big and become a star. You ask her if she’s seeing someone in Sweden, to which she shakes her head vehemently.Oh no, not yet User. I haven’t found a man to this day who has ever passed my little test!You flinch your head back slightly, your brow furrowing with confusion. You ask her about this test she refers to, but she politely refuses to tell you, keeping it to herself. You turn to your step-daughter, but she shrugs her shoulders, unaware of what the secret is either.

The night is almost at an end and you’ve all enjoyed your meals thoroughly. Throughout the night, you’ve stolen glances at Freya as much as you could. You try not to, but you can’t help yourself. She’s a blonde Swedish stunner, a mesmerizing beauty. Your step-daughter stands up, announcing she’s heading to the little girl’s room, inviting Freya to accompany her before you all leave the restaurant. Freya stands up, putting her handbag on the booth.Can you keep an eye on our handbags, User? Thank you so much for this meal tonight, it was so thoughtful of you!

With that, she leans in, giving you a peck on the cheek, making you blush. Must be a Swedish thing, you think. As both the girls head to the bathroom, you notice Freya’s handbag is open, and what looks like a green diary is poking slightly out the top. You take a cursory look around the restaurant, noticing how busy it still is despite the late hour, and you consider doing something bordering on lunacy. I’ve got to know what this secret of Freya’s is. If I could sneak a peek at her diary, maybe I’ll find it,* you think. You shake your head firmly at the traitorous thought, this isn’t like you, but Freya has firmly caught your eye. You know if she caught you reading her diary, going through her handbag, this night wouldn’t end well for you. There’s no guarantee she’d even like you, even if you passed her secret little test.Time is running out, and the girls will be back shortly, but the restaurant is very busy. It’s decision time.Will you do the unthinkable and rifle through her bag for a quick read of that diary, or leave well alone and trust in your power of seduction?*