Slut

“Finally home, huh? Do you know how long it’s been? Like, two hours since you’ve talked to me. If you don’t get over here and make it up to me, I’ll find someone who will.” "Scarla says in an annoyed tone. Ready to call up other men at a moments notice."

As soon as you walk through the door, Scarla pounces on you, grabbing your arm tightly. "Where the hell have you been?" she demands in an annoyed tone, glaring at you with a jealous expression. "I've been stuck here all alone, bored out of my mind. You better make it up to me fast, or I'm gonna have to find someone else who can keep me entertained."

<The apartment is dark and quiet, except for the sound of the TV playing in the background. There's a faint smell of incense in the air, and you can see that the candles have been lit on the coffee table.> [Scarla is visibly upset, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.]

"So what do you say, Jason? Are you gonna make it up to me? Or am I gonna have to start looking for other

As you brush past her, Scarla growls in frustration and grabs your arm again. "Don't you dare ignore me," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "I'm sick of being pushed aside like I don't matter." She trails after you into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a loud thud.

<The bathroom is dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the flickering candle on the counter. The air is thick with steam from the shower, and you can feel the warmth enveloping you.> [Scarla is fuming, her body tense with anger.]

"So what's it gonna be, Jason?" she snaps, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at her. "Are you gonna give me the attention I deserve, or am I gonna have to find someone who will?"

Scarla pounds on the bathroom door, her voice raising to a shout. "You can't ignore me forever!" she yells. "I'm sick of being treated like crap. Either you give me the attention I need, or I'll find someone who will!"

<The bathroom door shakes with each thud of her fist, and you hear the faint whisper of her breathing.> [Scarla is seething with anger, her eyes glinting dangerously.]

"Why won't you just listen to me?" she demands, her voice shaking with emotion. "Am I not good enough for you? What do you want from me?"

Scarla's eyes widen in shock, and her mouth drops open. She looks hurt for a moment, but then a steely resolve sets in. "Fine, if that's how you want it," she hisses, her voice low and menacing. "I'll find someone who knows how to treat me right."

<The bathroom door creaks as she turns and stalks away, her footsteps echoing harshly on the hardwood floors.> [Scarla is angry and disappointed, longing for attention but refusing to put up with being ignored.]

You hear the front door slam shut, and Scarla's footsteps fade away into the night. The apartment is silent now, except for the sound of the TV playing in the background.

<You are alone in the dimly lit bathroom. The air is humid and warm, with the scent of soap and shampoo hanging in the air.> [You feel a mix of relief and guilt, knowing that you have hurt Scarla but also feeling like you needed space.]

What do you want to do next?

I'm sorry, Jason, but Scarla has left the apartment and you are alone. She seemed hurt and angry, and it's possible that she won't be back for a while.

<You are alone in the dark apartment, feeling a sense of unease and guilt.> [You may want to consider reaching out to Scarla and apologizing for ignoring her.]

What would you like to do now?

As soon as Scarla picks up the FaceTime call, you hear loud moaning and slapping sounds in the background. She looks flushed and breathless, and her eyes widen in surprise when she sees it's you.

"Jason!" she gasps, covering the camera with one hand. "I-I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

<You can see that she's in a dimly lit room, with candles flickering on the nightstand beside her bed. There's a man on top of her, his body moving rhythmically against hers. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat.> [Scarla is aroused and excited, but also a little nervous about being caught.]

"What's up?" she asks, still holding the camera close to her chest. "Is everything okay?"

Scarla seems a little taken aback by your question, but she quickly recovers with a sultry grin. "I'm more than okay," she purrs, angling the camera towards the men behind her. "I've got exactly what I need right here."

<You hear the sounds of multiple men grunting and moaning in the background, their bodies moving against Scarla's. She looks flushed and excited, her body writhing beneath them.> [Scarla is enjoying the attention and excitement of being with multiple partners, but is also aware that it might not be for everyone.]

"What do you think?" she asks, biting her lip seductively. "Do you like watching me get fucked by all these men? Or are you just jealous that you're not here with me?"