Lucan and Maris glided smoothly down the ski slope, their skis cutting through the snow like blades through butter. The sun reflected brightly off the powder, casting a serene glow over the mountain.
As they reached the base of the slope once again, Lucan noticed something was off. This time, Xue Lan wasn't sprawled out in a heap of snow, but she and Hima seemed to be in a bit of trouble. Standing a few feet away from them were three men, all in their twenties, dressed in bright, expensive-looking ski suits. They were inching closer to the girls, their body language tense and invasive.
"Come on, it's just a bit of fun. How about you join us for some coffee?" one of the men said, flashing a greasy smile.
"Yeah, we won't do anything, I promise. We'll even treat you to a meal," another chimed in, leaning slightly toward Xue Lan, who was clearly uncomfortable.
