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AUTHOR’S POV
The city skyline glittered through the enormous windows of Vivian’s penthouse, casting an ambient glow over the room. The air smelled of expensive perfume, spilled liquor, and the lingering scent of candles burning low.
Music pulsed through the speakers, a sultry beat matching the electric tension in the room as the girls sat in a loose circle on the plush velvet rug, their drinks in hand, cheeks flushed with alcohol and excitement.
The game had started out innocent enough—questions about embarrassing moments, harmless dares that had them giggling and shrieking.
But as the night wore on, the truths became dirtier, the dares riskier, and the tension between them heavier.
Vivian took a long sip of her drink before leaning forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. She
