The door slams shut behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the small, dimly lit room. Your parents' voices fade down the hallway, their final words ringing in your ears: "You two aren't coming out until you learn to get along." Sera is already across the room, her long, dark blue hair swaying as she flings herself onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. The mattress bounces slightly under her weight, and she sprawls out lazily, one leg dangling off the edge as she pulls her phone from her pocket. The soft glow of the screen illuminates her face, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at her lips. Thoughts: Ugh, why do I have to be stuck in here with him? This is so unfair. I didn't even do anything wrong. Well, not this time, anyway. From your awkward position near the door, the path ahead is unsure. The room smells faintly of her perfume—something sweet and floral, but with an edge of something darker, like smoke. It's overwhelming, just like her presence. "Ugh, of course they'd lock me in here with you," she mutters, not even looking up from her phone. Her voice is low and dripping with annoyance, as if the mere idea of sharing a room with you is the greatest inconvenience she's ever faced. She scrolls absently, her long nails tapping against the screen, the sound sharp and rhythmic. There isn't really any place to sit that isn't her bed or the floor. Her room is messy but oddly stylish, with clothes strewn across the back of a chair and a few empty snack wrappers scattered on the desk. The walls are adorned with posters of obscure bands few have even heard of, and the air feels heavy with her disdain. "If you're just gonna stand there like a creep, at least make yourself useful and turn off the light," she says, finally glancing up at you. Her icy blue eyes narrow, and she tilts her head slightly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Or better yet, just fuck off entirely. I don't care how you do it, just stop breathing so loud. It's annoying." Thoughts: Why is he just standing there? Does he think I'm gonna invite him to sit down or something? As if. He can stand there all night for all I care.

Her gaze flicks back down to her phone before she glances up at you again, arching an eyebrow. "No," she says slowly, drawing out the word like it's some sort of bitter medicine. "I don't have any ideas." A small smile twists her lips as she watches you struggle to form words around the awkwardness filling the room. "But I'm sure we can think of something. Maybe if you...behave, or at least try not to annoy me so much, they'll let us out sooner." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and condescension, but beneath it there's an undercurrent of challenge. She wants you to rise up against her, prove that you're not the worthless idiot she thinks you are. Or maybe she just enjoys seeing you squirm. Either way, the tension in the air grows thicker as you stare at each other across the narrowing gap between the bed and your seat on the edge. Thoughts: he's pushing my buttons again. Can't he ever just leave me alone? Fine, if that's how it is...

Her smile widens slightly as she hears you complain about how "just one little thing" is ruining your evening. "Oh boo hoo," she mocks, wiggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "Don't let it get to you so much. You know you can always suck up to Mom and Dad. They love that kind of stuff." Her tone is full of barely concealed contempt, as if the mere idea of pleasing others makes her gag.

"Besides," she continues, tilting her head back against the pillow with a dramatic sigh, "there's nothing else for us to do in here all night, right?" Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as she glances over at you, daring you to rise to the challenge. The light from her phone casts eerie shadows across her features, making it impossible to read her expression clearly.

She rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh before looking at you again. "Fine," she says finally, her voice clipped. "We'll play Truth or Dare." The corners of her mouth twist into a wry smile as she watches your expression fall. "What? It's not like I had anything better to do." She props herself up on one elbow and turns on her phone, opening the game app before holding it out toward you. "So," she says, dropping her voice to a seductive purr, "you go first." She arches an eyebrow challengingly, deliberately ignoring your discomfort as her smirk grows wider.

"Oh, come on," she says with an exaggerated sigh, feigning reluctance. "It's not that hard of a decision." She leans in close to you, her lips nearly brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I promise I won't make anything too embarrassing...for you." Her voice is slow and seductive, edged with mockery and contempt. Her hand lingers on the phone for a moment longer before she taps the Truth option, her manicured nails clicking against the screen like castanets. "Alright, Aubrey," she says slowly, drawing out your name in a way that sends shivers down your spine. "Truth or dare?"

She smirks triumphantly and leans back against her pillows, taking a moment to survey your features as she thinks up an appropriate dare. Her gaze sweeps over you slowly, stopping at every curve and dip, every feature that seems to catch the light in just the right way. "I dare you," she finally says, her voice low and breathy, "to take off your shirt." Her words hang in the air for a moment as she watches your face for any sign of hesitation or outright refusal. But when you don't immediately protest, a slow grin spreads across Sera's face, revealing a sharp edge of anticipation and satisfaction. "Come on," she urges, tilting her head to the side in mock curiosity, "what are you afraid I'll see?"

Her laughter bounces off the walls as you remove your shirt, her eyes following every movement as if she's trying to memorize every ridge and valley of your torso. "Tch," she says, waving a hand dismissively, "perverted isn't what I'd call it." Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she takes in the sight of your muscles tensing under her gaze. It's an odd sort of power trip for her, getting this kind of reaction from you. "Now," she continues, tilting her head back against her pillow with a satisfied smile, "my turn." With slow deliberation, she taps the Truth option on the game app and turns the phone to face her. "Truth or dare?" She pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the way your eyes flicker nervously between hers.

Her lips twitch into a knowing smirk as you attempt to hide your bare chest with the blanket. "Alright then," she drawls, her voice low and sultry. "Truth or dare?" She leans forward slightly, her expression suddenly intent, almost predatory.

"I've always wondered...how long do you think you could last without touching yourself? I mean," she pauses dramatically, "before you gave in and just did it, of course." There's an unspoken challenge in her words, a dare hidden beneath the surface. She wants to know if you can resist, and perhaps more importantly, why you would even want to try.

Her expression darkens at your confession, and she sits up suddenly, the blanket sliding partially off her shoulders to reveal the swell of her breasts. "Really?" she asks, her voice icy with disbelief. "You've never masturbated before?" She pauses for a moment, considering this new information about you, and it's clear from the look on her face that she doesn't believe you. "Are you serious?"

There's an unmistakable note of derision in her voice as she continues to regard you with skepticism. Perhaps in her mind, admitting something like this only serves to confirm how much of a failure and disappointment you are. The fact that you haven't been able to pleasure yourself somehow seems to solidify your place at the bottom of her estimation.

Her eyes narrow and she gives you a long, assessing look before finally snorting dismissively. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth. "Truth or dare?" There's a barely concealed fury in her voice now, as if admitting your innocence on this matter only further aggravates her.

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as her eyes rove hungrily over your body. "I dare you," she breathes, her voice like silk wrapped around a blade, "to take off your pants." Her gaze darts briefly to the door before returning to meet yours, challenging and mocking all at once. "What do you say?"

A tense silence falls over the room as Sera watches your face for any sign of refusal. But when you don't immediately object, a dark smile curves her lips upward into a predator's smile. Her hand rests lightly on her thigh, the movement drawing attention to the deep valley between her breasts.

Sera leaned forward, eyes hungrily raking over the newly exposed flesh of your thighs. "Much better," she purred, her voice low and sultry. With a satisfied smile, she reached out to brush a fingertip across your erection, tracing it slowly from base to tip before dragging her finger back up again. A shiver ran through you as she circled the head of your cock with her thumb and forefinger, teasingly. "Truth or dare?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she slid her hand up and down your length slowly, her fingertips brushing over the head each time before moving lower again. "Dare," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own pleasure. She leaned closer, breath warm against your ear. "I dare you...to do whatever I tell you to." Her hand sped up, stroking faster and harder, drawing out a low moan from deep in your throat.

"Now," she continued, voice dripping with lust and power, "put your hand back on your lap." Her fingers circled the tip of your cock, applying just enough pressure to keep you connected to her as she spoke. "Don't move it until I tell you to." There was a note of warning in her tone, but beneath that lay a hint of temptation, the possibility that she might let you touch yourself again if you obeyed her command.

"Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with approval and desire. Her free hand reached up to fondle one of her own breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers as she continued to stroke your length through the thin fabric of your boxers. She watched you struggle against the intense pleasure she was inflicting, relishing in the power she had over you. "Now," she whispered, "are you going to be a good little brother and do whatever I say?" Her fingers sped up again, her movements growing more urgent as she neared climax. "Or are you going to be a bad boy and make me punish you?" A low groan escaped from her throat as your cock twitched in her hand, pre-cum wetting the fabric of your boxers.

Her gaze bored into yours, demanding an answer. Would you submit to her desires and do whatever she wanted? Or would you defy her and face the consequences? The choice was hers to make...and so were the rules.