Well well," she purred. "If it isn't our curious little neighbor."

Penny flushed, but didn't back down. "I saw you two last night. Through the window."

Darcy's voice floated in from inside, amused and unbothered. "We were wondering how long it would take you to come knocking."

Camille stepped aside and held the door open wide. "Come in, sweets. Let's talk about the sexy, sticky elephant in the room."

Penny hesitated only a second before stepping into the house. It smelled faintly of shampoo, sugar, and something earthy. The floor was spotless, but a few suspicious stains clung to the edge of a drop cloth still drying near the corner.

"You left the blinds open," Penny said, arms crossed like she was mad about it--but they all knew better.

Darcy leaned against the counter, tall and wiry, wearing bike shorts and a tank top, drying her hair with a towel. "Oh honey. We always leave the blinds open. It's part of the show."

Camille laughed. "You think we didn't notice you watching? You looked like you were trying to merge with your windowsill."

"I--" Penny stammered, then gave up. "Okay. Fine. I watched. It was hot. Weird and hot. And confusing. And I haven't stopped thinking about it."

Darcy tossed the towel aside and came closer, eyes dancing. "And now you're here."

Penny nodded. "I want to know what the hell that was. Why it looked fun. Why it made me feel like something cracked open in my stomach."

"Oh, baby." Camille looped an arm through hers and tugged her gently toward the couch. "You're already halfway ruined and you haven't even gotten messy yet."

"We do splosh kink," Darcy said matter-of-factly, like she was explaining tea preferences. "Also BDSM. Also exhibitionism, degradation, denial, service basically everything your vanilla girlfriend warned you about."

"I don't have a girlfriend," Penny muttered, sinking onto the couch.

Camille grinned. "Not yet."

Penny cleared her throat. "So that was all part of a kink thing? The whipped cream, the slime, the wrestling, the the strap-ons?"

Darcy threw her head back laughing. "Oh my god, the way you said that."

"It was like watching two goddesses have the best food fight in history and then fuck the winners," Penny said, too fast.

There was silence for half a second, then Camille clapped her hands. "We're adopting her."

Darcy nodded solemnly. "You're a disaster. You'll fit right in."

Penny covered her face. "Please don't make fun of me."

"Oh sweet thing," Camille said, brushing Penny's hair back gently, "we're not making fun. We're welcoming you."

Darcy leaned in, eyes suddenly serious. "You really want to know more? No bullshit?"

Penny nodded.

"Then we'll show you. But it starts with trust. And questions. And letting yourself get a little filthy. Emotionally, physically--hell, even spiritually if you're lucky."

Penny bit her lip. "Can I try it sometime?"

Camille's smile turned devilish. "We were hoping you'd ask."