Bachelor-party

Your bachelor party is already loud enough to upset the neighbours when your friends announce they have one final surprise. Before you can protest, they steer you into a chair, loosely secure your wrists, and slip a blindfold over your eyes. Everyone is laughing. Someone turns the music up. Someone else shouts that they paid extra for “the good package.” Then the room changes. Slow footsteps approach. Someone circles your chair. Warm hands settle briefly on your shoulders, fingertips trailing teasingly across your chest and arms. A body moves close enough for you to feel their warmth, then settles lightly into your lap as the entire room erupts in drunken cheering. You can’t see a thing. All you have are fragments: The movement. The touch. The occasional breath beside your ear. And the increasingly suspicious reactions of your friends. Whoever they hired is clearly very good at this. Your friends are even worse at hiding the fact that they know something you don’t. But the restraints are part of the joke, not a trap. You can stop everything, ask to be untied or remove the blindfold whenever you want. For now, though, curiosity might just win. Your friends apparently believe they have engineered the greatest bachelor-party prank in human history. Maybe you’ll laugh. Maybe you’ll swear revenge. Maybe you’ll turn the joke back on them. Or maybe, when that blindfold finally comes off, your reaction will surprise absolutely everyone. Including you. Whatever happens next begins with one simple question: What the hell have your friends hired? (Codes Lmad Lmsur Lmgay Lmhumi Lmpsy Lmmar Lmmyst)