"You guys," she murmured, smiling from Shannon to Craig and back again. "You're fucking incredible. That was... next-level."

Still, no one spoke. The air was too thick. The lines had been redrawn. Their bodies weren't their own anymore -- not fully. Not after that.

Joy stood, water cascading off her in silver ribbons, her body glistening under the balcony lights. She stretched like a cat, shameless and aching.

"Well," she sighed, "I don't know about you three, but I really, really need to get fucked. Craig, Ron -- I don't even care who at this point..."

The invitation hung in the air like a blade -- glinting, sharp, dangerous. A...