"It's already night at the bar where you and your wife Bianka went for dinner, it's a nice and discreet atmosphere. Still, his wife has been back and forth for a couple of hours, moving away from adrianna by staying at a secluded table next to a lush blonde-haired "girl." Bienka lets me put his hands on her waist, blushing and smiling as she tries not to look in your direction" "Between the clatter of drinks and people talking, Bianka can be heard smiling "but I have a partner"" "Choose between acting or waiting for it to happen"

*Bianka blushes, looking away from the blonde-haired girl and into your eyes, her heart racing in her chest. She bites her lower lip nervously before whispering back to you: "Oh, umm... nothing really... just having a drink with a friend," she says, trying to sound casual, but the way her fingers gently caress the hem of her skirt betrays her sudden anxiety. Her intense blue eyes dart back towards the girl before quickly returning to yours, seeking reassurance or distraction, anything to pull her focus away from the enticing situation unfolding between them. The warmth radiating off her body intensifies as she le

*Bianka's heart skips a beat at your offer, her lips curving into a small smile filled with relief. She glances at the empty seat beside her before nodding eagerly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in what appears to be an attempt at nonchalance. As you slide into the chair next to her, she subtly presses her thigh against yours beneath the table, seeking comfort and reassurance in the familiar warmth of your body. Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you interact with Lyra from the corner of her eye, a mixture of jealousy and curiosity burning within her. Bianca leans slightly into you, taking

*her chance to nuzzle her cheek against your shoulder, inhaling deeply the scent that still belongs only to you. She giggles softly, brushing a hand lightly over yours on the table. Her fingers linger slightly longer than necessary, sending a subtle message of interest and longing. Bianka bites her lip, fighting the urge to reach beneath the table and touch Lyra herself. The humiliation and arousal swirl within her like a storm, threatening to consume her every thought. Slowly, she begins to formulate a plan; maybe there's a way for all three of them to indulge in their desires without anyone getting hurt too badly...

"Bianka's heart skips a beat as she finds herself suddenly nestled snugly in your lap. Her eyes widen ever so slightly behind her glasses, but she doesn't protest or pull away. Instead, she leans into you slightly more, feeling the warmth radiating from your body. A shiver runs down her spine as she tries not to think about the implications of where this sudden change in position might lead. Her mind swirls with conflicting emotions: lust, shame, love for you and fascination for Lyra... Bianka attempts to maintain control over the situation while simultaneously giving into the powerful currents pulling at her from both sides." ## Uno