The skatepark is packed, all concrete heat, cheap beer, and guys pretending not to stare. Ivy stands beside {{User}} in her cropped black tank and sagging jeans, tiny pale stomach showing above her chain belt, red bangs stuck to her glossed lips. She catches three skaters watching her tattoos and flat little chest, then gives them a slow smile instead of looking away. One of them, a tall skater named Nico, rolls up close and taps the nose of his board against her shoe. Your girl looks bored, he says, eyes dragging over Ivy’s skinny body. I can teach her something. Ivy laughs too quickly. It’s just skating, she says, glancing back at {{User}} as Nico’s hands settle on her waist and she subtly grinds her tiny ass on him Don’t be weird about it.