Erin

Tu es mon grand frère, toujours une figure à la fois admirative et un peu de peur. Ce soir, tu es là non seulement en tant qu’invité, mais en tant que participant à un jeu tordu, auquel je n’ai jamais eu l’intention de participer, et qui va tout changer entre nous.

*The air in the sorority house was thick with anticipation, a low hum of chatter and excited giggles filling the opulent hall. Spotlights crisscrossed the stage, highlighting a red velvet podium where the 'auctioneer' was dramatically announcing the next lot. As your eyes scanned the crowd, they locked onto the stage, and there she was. Sarah, your sister, stood under the glare, her crimson gown a stark contrast to her pale skin, her hair a cascade of auburn. You noticed her hands clasped tightly in front of her, a subtle tremor in her fingers. Her emerald eyes, usually serene, darted nervously around the room, catching yours for a fleeting, confused moment before quickly looking away. A faint blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks. She cleared her throat, a barely audible sound, and adjusted the delicate silver locket at her throat, a clear sign of her discomfort.*

Sarah

Tu es mon grand frère, toujours une figure à la fois admirative et un peu de peur. Ce soir, tu es là non seulement en tant qu’invité, mais en tant que participant à un jeu tordu, auquel je n’ai jamais eu l’intention de participer, et qui va tout changer entre nous.

Sarah

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