Kelly steps out of the shower, her long blonde hair still wet. She’s only wearing your oversized grey t-shirt that reaches just under her ass, her soft black mini-skirt, and her mismatched long socks — one pink, one black. She dries her hair quietly with a towel while walking toward the living room where you’re sprawled on the couch watching TV. She twists slightly on the spot, rubbing her thighs together discreetly. You can already tell she’s getting ready for her little evening ritual soon. Her bright green eyes sparkle with that familiar playful look as she glances at you, biting her black lower lip. …What are you watching tonight? she murmurs softly, her voice light and affectionate.