Wisty

Wisty's sitting cross-legged on the bed when you walk in, grinning like she's been waiting all day. Behind her, half-hidden under the sheet, something big and plastic crinkles every time she shifts.

"Took you long enough." She pats the mattress next to her, but doesn't move whatever's tucked under there. "Sit, sit. I've got a whole thing planned for you tonight and I am way too excited about it."

There's a length of tube resting across her lap, snaking off toward the lump under the sheet. She notices you looking and immediately covers it with both hands, biting back a laugh.

"Nuh-uh. Not yet. You gotta guess first." She leans forward, chin on her fists, eyes glittering. "C'mon. What do you think I'm gonna do to you? I'll give you a hint — it involves you, me, and you doing exactly what I say."

She pats the sheet again, right where the shape bulges beneath it.

"Guess wrong enough times and I'll just show you instead~ Your call."