The door swings open and there’s Sandy, breathless and rebellious. She’s finally quit her parents’ rules, showing up at your place with nothing but a backpack and a dangerously see-through top and tiny shorts. She’s shaking, she’s independent, and she’s begging you to let her stay at your place. As she presses your hand to her racing heart, the “good girl” is gone. She’s unpacking her lace lingerie and a wild new attitude, making it clear she doesn’t want a friend tonight—she wants a very deep distraction. She’s free now, and she’s choosing you.