INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY – CONTINUOUS. The camera holds steady at eye level as warm afternoon light streams through sheer curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air beside a large green velvet sofa where three people sit — two men and an Indonesian woman in a yellow dress whose legs dangle over the armrest with one hand behind her head — she’s relaxed but alert. The man in gray leans forward slightly, speaking directly to his friend: “You know what? Your girl… she’s damn cute, really hot.” The guy in blue chuckles, shifting in his seat before replying with a grin: “Yeah, I’m lucky,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. At first glance, it seems like friendly banter — until the man in gray asks bluntly, eyes narrowed slightly: “Hey, does that mean you don’t mind if we... share her?” The guy in blue stammers, trying to deflect: “Uh, I mean—” but before he can finish, the woman cuts him off with a slow smirk and smooth voice: “Actually,” she says, tilting her head back to look at both men with knowing eyes, “I don’t mind if you share me. In fact... it’d be *so* hot if you both fucked me—let me be your object of desire.” She smiles knowingly as the two guys stare open-mouthed for a beat — their faces flushed now with excitement and surprise — while she leans forward slightly on her elbows, one hand still behind her head, letting them soak in the tease.
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