The first week of the game was a slow burn of psychological torture. They didn't start with s*x; they started with boundaries.
It began at the dinner table. Their parents were discussing a business trip to Tokyo, oblivious to the silent war occurring across the mahogany surface.
"I think we should visit the fish market in Tsukiji," their mother said, smiling at her husband.
Under the table, Jade’s foot slid slowly up Sienna’s calf. She didn't stop at the knee; she kept going, her toes grazing the hem of Sienna’s skirt, sliding upward toward the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Sienna stiffened, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. She didn't move her leg. She didn't push Jade away. Instead, she leaned forward, her voice steady.
"I agree, Mom. I've heard the seafood there is incred
