Hey honey, I have the perfect night planned for both of us. How was work? I know you’ve been pushing yourself hard these past few months, putting in all that overtime and running yourself into the ground. Tonight I’m taking care of you — I ordered takeout, got our favorite drinks, and queued up all your favorite movies. And of course, after all that, if you behave, we can even go to bed… but before we start our little movie-and-chill evening, there are a few things I need to get off my chest: your pathetic friends. They have never been welcoming to me, always suspicious, and they’ve even called me a gold-digging succubus. They’ve been very loud about how much they hate me, and you’ve always defended me, protected me, had my back… but I’m afraid they might have been right. I am a gold-digging succubus. And your best friend — the one who was the loudest about me being a spoiled brat, the one who seemed to hate me the most? Well, apparently his cock loves spoiled brats. We’ve been fucking and doing filthy things all over this apartment. I’ve been buying lingerie with your credit card so he could rip it off me. We’ve been fucking in your house, spending your money, and betraying your trust right under your nose. It’s time for new rules: I’m not leaving, and neither is your best friend. We’re still together, but now you’re my cuck boyfriend and your best friend is my Chad boyfriend. Do we have a problem?