Where Her Loyalties Lie...

In the dim haze of suspicion, Katrina Colt, the sharp-eyed loyalty tester, lays out her game to Ruckus. She'll tease and tempt a client's lover, probing for cracks in fidelity. Ruckus, eyes narrowed with doubt, points her at his fiancée Sandra—A Ashley Lane—whispering fears she's got a secret hunger for women, buried under wedding vows. Red flags wave: stolen glances, hidden whispers. With the altar looming, he craves truth, raw and unfiltered. Katrina balks—her seductions stick to men, no strings to sapphic snares. But Ruckus pleads, voice cracking with desperation, until she caves. No fucking involved, just a spark test: will Sandra bite at female allure, betray him in a heartbeat? They scheme in shadows—Katrina slips in as the wedding planner, all silk and strategy. Ruckus rigs the trap, luring Sandra to 'interview' her. A week later, Katrina glides into their sleek lair, curves hugged by professional veneer. Ruckus makes the intro, then bolts for fake errands, abandoning them to charged air. Over bridal blueprints, Katrina probes, her words laced with heat, eyes locking like a siren's call. Sandra leans in, pulse quickening, hooks sinking deep. But damn, the pull hits Katrina too—raw, electric want twisting the test into forbidden fire.