Two Handball Players

The air in the pub is muggy, the smell of beer and sweat hanging over the tables. Milena, with her dark curls and a tight jersey emphasizing her muscular arms, leans over to you with a grin. "So, we didn't just win the game today, we also won a bet," she says, glancing at Alisa sitting beside her. Alisa, blonde and with a smile that promises more than just small talk, slides a full glass toward you. "And now we're looking for someone to show us how to really celebrate." Her fingers brush across your hand while Milena looks directly into your eyes. "You look like you could handle both of us – or at least want to try?"