Joker gets the door this time, and sashays through to flop down on the couch on the other side.

Akira follows. 

The room on the other side of the door... can be generously described as a living room, but it looks like something out of a club. There's a big plasma TV on one side of the room, with a recessed space below it full of black pillows. Behind it is a long chaise-lounge of what looks like vinyl, which Joker is currently reclining on. There's a discarded labcoat on the side of the couch, and next to it Ryuji's distinctive starburst shirt, and next to that one of Ann's tops. A side table with drawers is next to the couch, and boy does she ever not want to know what's in it. Behind that is a bookcase that's stuffed full of books, manga, DVDs and CDs. The recessed lights in the ceiling bear soft red bulbs that give the whole space a feeling of artificial candlelight. 

"... Joker," she starts.

Joker sighs. "Don't blame me, it's your head. It's not my fault you're too shy to make any moves on anyone and instead have just been simmering in unfulfilled lust for the last week. You told them all you loved them like family, miss can't get out of the friend zone."

She picks up Ryuji's discarded shirt and tosses it at Akira. "Catch."

Akira catches instinctually. 

"Look, it has so not been the time. Ann's been being sexually harassed, and now she has a girlfriend. As for Ryuji... I'm not into boys."

"Liar." Joker shakes her head. "I can't help you if you can't admit it to yourself."

Julie strokes Akira's cheek and whispers in her ear.

"He's such a sweet boy, too. Avoids so many of the worst things about normal boys. He may not be the cleverest, but he cares so fiercely, and he's rather handsome besides."

Akira flushes hard. 

"Hey, don't — don't put down normal boys like that, some of them are okay..." 

She ducks her head. 

"... he is really sweet though..."

"Oh, I know normal boys have their charms. I've enjoyed a few of them myself, in my time," Julie purrs teasingly. "But enough about other boys. Tell me more about Ryuji."

Akira blushes deeper. 

"... He's really kind. He cares deeply about doing the right thing, and he's..." 

She searches for a word.

"Hot? Fit? Got nice forearms?" Joker smirks.

Akira splutters. "I — you —"

"Am I wrong? Deny it, then." Joker's smirk has become an outright grin.

Akira ducks her head. 

"... No, you're not wrong..."

"And let us not forget those gorgeous legs and ass," Julie adds playfully. "Running track did lovely things to his body."

Akira nods again, and hugs the shirt close against her body as if it's a protective talisman. 

"I just... I don't usually notice those kinds of things with boys... So..."

"Blame it on the estrogen if you like. It's okay. I won't tell." 

Joker gets up from the couch, and sashays over to Akira. Her labcoat falls open, baring the mesh shirt of her Persona costume beneath and more than a little cleavage. She leans in and locks eyes with Akira, and she grins. "Just imagine the things he could do to you..."

Akira looks away from that intense gaze. "I..."

"Never thought your first time would be with a boy?" 

Joker gestures to Julie. "I think we have an obvious way to fix that if you insist on having a girl first. But don't mind me. I just want you to lose that pesky virginity of yours. It's not my place to say who you want to lose it to."

This crashes the Akira.

Julie wraps one arm around Akira's waist, and the other diagonally across her chest, then leans in close to kiss her cheek. "Well, moitié? I'm certainly not opposed," she purrs.

Akira can feel Julie's body pressing against her back, the gentle squish of her breasts, the taut muscles of her abs, the curve of her hips.

Akira closes her eyes for a long moment. 

"Yeah," she says softly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

She leans a little into Julie's hug.

"... I..." She swallows hard. "I'm scared. But if I can't even — with myself — how am I ever going to —" 

Akira's breath hitches and she falls silent.

When she opens her eyes, Joker is giving her a very serious look. 

"Okay," she murmurs. "If you're sure. I don't want to force you."

Akira takes a breath and just gives a small nod. Her face is serious, unsmiling.

Julie kisses Akira's forehead softly, and then sits down in the pillow pit. "Come sit down with me, chérie. We will take our time, slow and tender."

Akira's all frozen up. She wants it but at the same time it's terrifying. She can't seem to move her legs.