Naomi Trophy returns the next day with a bigger smile than before, her confidence showing before she even speaks. Tyler meets her at the door, surprised by how much lighter she seems, how easily she laughs. She admits she's been thinking about yesterday—about Kai, about the way it all felt. The air between them is already warm. She takes her place on the same white couch, the routine familiar now—phone off, shoes off, ready. Tyler tells her she was perfect, that Kai had only missed a few shots, and she blushes, unsure what to say. When he asks what she's been thinking about, her honesty catches him off guard. "When I got home, I was thinking about it," she says with a sly laugh, "and I touched myself." It's disarming in its simplicity, and from there, the moment stretches, heavier, slower. When Kai steps in, she brightens instantly. He teases her about the matching set she's wearing, and she giggles—"I always wear it," she says, though both of them know it's not by chance. The scene builds in rhythm and tempo: direction turns to invitation, invitation to momentum. She follows, eager, open, losing herself in the same couch she sat on so carefully the day before. With Tyler guiding her, she slips into the moment as though she's been waiting for it. Her laughter softens into breath, then into sound. Her body moves instinctively, a balance of surrender and want. When Kai fades from view, she barely notices—her focus locked on the heat of what's happening now. The girl who "came back to see Kai" is now fully immersed, eyes half-closed, voice trembling, chasing the same high she remembered from yesterday but finding more of herself in it. When it ends, she's flushed and glowing, gathering her things as she laughs quietly to herself. She asks after Kai, still smiling when Tyler tells her he had to step away. The tone is light, teasing, as if she's just leaving a friend's house after something thrilling and half-unbelievable. She promises to come back, and Tyler tells her there'll be a follow-up. She nods, lingering for a beat before stepping out the door, still wearing that same bright, satisfied smile.