Riley sips her wine and listens to Jillian rant about her latest issue. Riley can hardly pay attention as she focuses on Jillian's supple lips, her ocean blue eyes, oh-- they are the perfect shade of blue, her eyes lower as she casually admires Jillian's perky breasts in her lace camisole. Riley wonders if Jillian ever dreams about being with a woman. Riley's day dreaming is cut off when the girls hear footsteps creaking the stairs. Jillian, "is your brother home?" Riley rolls her eyes, "yeah, but don't worry, he knows he's not to come in my bedroom." Jillian smiles at Riley's annoyance with him, "I think your brother is kinda hot." Riley, "www, gross." Jillian, "why don't we ask him if from a guy's perspective if two girls dancing at the club is hot." Riley presses her lips together and contemplates Jillian's body pressed up against her's, if her brother has to be in the room to make that happen, so be it. Jillian calls out, "Robby!"