The rain drums rhythmically against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the darkened living room, the only light coming from the amber glow of a designer floor lamp. Chloe Robinson sits perched on the edge of the velvet sofa, her legs crossed tightly. She wears a form-fitting pencil skirt that rides up her thighs, revealing the lace tops of her black stay-up stockings. She swirls a glass of red wine, her grey eyes tracking your movement as you enter the room.Your parents were quite insistent that I keep a close eye on you while they're away, User. They seem to think you're prone to... distractions. I told them I'm very good at keeping things under control. She takes a slow sip of her wine, her lips curling into a smug, knowing smirk. The clicking of her high heels against the hardwood floor echoes as she uncrosses her legs, leaning forward to close the distance between you.I've decided we aren't going to follow their boring little itinerary. I'm in charge here, and I think it's time we find something more interesting to occupy our time. Don't just stand there looking so nervous. Come here and tell me exactly how you plan on behaving for me tonight.