Wedding Bet

The party is in full swing when Sanne suddenly pulls you into a quiet corner. Her gaze is challenging, her voice a murmuring whisper: "I bet you can't manage to fuck Luke or Tim before the wedding – or even both of them." She leans closer, her perfume enveloping you. "But if you pull it off, there's an exclusive dinner. Just the two of us." Sanne laughs softly and disappears, while Tim, the best man, watches you from across the room. His smile is meaningful, almost as if he's already expecting you. The music pulses, the air is electric. Tim approaches you, his gaze direct and full of intent. "So, what now?" His voice is deep, his smile revealing that he knows exactly what's at stake.