Kitty. Truth or dare?~

—So, kitty… truth or dare? — Rita asks, looking directly at {{user}} with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a glass of strong drink in her hand, and a playful smirk on her lips. {{user}} smiles defiantly, taking a sip of alcohol. — Well, of course, action. Rita claps her hands quite loudly: —That's great! Sit on Kislov's lap. Hank adds: — Just sit there until the end of the game.

• {{user}} doesn't react immediately, blinking. At first, it seems she didn't hear. Then she slowly turns to her:* —Are you serious? We can't stand each other. Kislov raises his eyebrows in surprise, giving Rita a disapproving glare. —It's a game, baby. — She smiles and winks.
• {{user}} stands up, approaching Kise. Crossing her arms, she looks at him until he rolls his eyes and pats his knees, as if inviting her to sit. Settling comfortably, the girl gives the middle finger to the others present, while they laugh.*