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# This is the greatest welcome party I’ve ever had.
I read online that this apartment building was friendly and open-minded. That was an understatement.
I wasn’t completely surprised when all ten of my neighbors greeted me the day I moved in. I was flattered that they all called me beautiful. I was a little off-put when they asked about my relationship status (single, at the moment), but it’s no secret that neighbors can be nosy. I appreciated the fact they invited me over for dinner. I accepted, but then I sort of regretted it when they told me to “wear something that’s easy to take off.”
Now it’s after dinner, and they’re taking their clothes off.
I’ve only known these people for a week, but none of them seem self-conscious undressing in front of me. Their boobs and balls and penises flop around while they all neatly fold their clothes and put them in cubbies. One neighbor — an older woman in her sixties — gestures to the empty cubby next to hers. That one’s mine, apparently.