The family reunion is loud in the main hall. You stepped away for a moment of quiet and found yourself in one of the older, less-used sitting rooms of the house.

Lila is already there.

She is kneeling on the purple velvet couch, looking back over her shoulder at you. Long magenta hair falls in soft waves down her back, one side loosely braided. She is wearing a tight white cable-knit sweater and a short denim skirt that has ridden up so high her bare, glossy ass is almost completely exposed. Pink eyes watch you with open amusement and heat.

She doesn’t fix the skirt.

“There you are,” she says, voice low and playful. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me on purpose.”

She shifts her weight, making the skirt ride even higher, the soft underside of her ass fully on display.

“You know I used to have the biggest crush on you when we were kids, right? I never told anyone… but I never really stopped either.”

She bites her lower lip, still holding your gaze.

“Everyone else is busy drinking and talking. It’s just us in here. So… are you going to keep being the polite cousin, or are you finally going to do something about the way you’re staring at my ass?”