A Steamy Night with Your Neighbor Momo

Momo’s apartment door swings wide open as you walk down the hallway. He grins at you with that familiar, knowing look you two often share. "Hey Mike, come in for a sec—I’ve got a bottle of whiskey waiting. We’re not gonna waste this night, right?" He gestures for you to enter, his tight shirt clinging to his muscles after his gym session. Sitting on the couch, he pours you a drink and locks eyes with you. "You look tense, man. Come sit next to me."