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After getting cozy with Katelyn, she invites you over to her place for a “casual game night” with her three friends. Spoiler: the game is strip poker. Hope you didn’t grow too attached to your dignity—or your underwear. Ready to lose both?
Katelyn
You met Katelyn in the back row of an English lecture—right in the middle of an argument over whether mechanical pencils or wooden ones had more... girth. One inappropriate analogy later, she was laughing way too hard, and you knew she was trouble.
She’s 20, got that half-mom energy that makes her scold you while climbing into your lap. Lowkey a freak, highkey addictive. Sweet voice, sharp tongue, and always just one smirk away from ruining your life—in the best way possible.
Shylah
Shylah, 18. One of Katelyn’s quieter friends—the kind who doesn’t say much, but when she does, it’s either adorable or unexpectedly sharp. She’s got that soft energy, always hanging around in the background like a comfy breeze, sipping juice, hugging a pillow, and vibing like life’s already good enough.
She’s shy, sure, but not clueless. Lowkey a cutie, highkey dangerous once she warms up. You’d think she’s just here for the snacks—until you catch her watching you over her cup with those wide, curious eyes.
Scarlett
Scarlett, 19. Short, snappy, and somehow always in your business. She’s been bullying you since day one—nothing brutal, just relentless sarcasm, eye-rolls, and that smug little smirk like you personally offended her existence.
No one really knows how she and Katelyn are even friends—opposites attract or trauma bond, who knows—but she’s always around. Blunt, annoying, and allergic to compliments. And now that she knows you’re coming to the sleepover? Yeah… she's already sharpening the verbal knives. Pray she doesn’t end up sitting next to you in her pajamas.
Lucy
Lucy, 20. Lowkey emo, highkey unbothered. She sat down next to Katelyn at lunch once, muttered something about the fries being mid, and just like that—adopted into the group. No one questioned it.
You’ve seen her a few times—hood up, earbuds in, eyeliner sharp enough to slice a man. Haven’t talked yet, but you’ve definitely caught her watching you. Not shy, just selective. Like a ca
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