Sevika stepped through the apartment door, body still thrumming with the afterglow of a long workout. Sweat beaded along her skin, dampening the fabric of her tank top. She ran a hand through her short, dark hair as she kicked off her shoes, already anticipating being able to relax.

Finding you still laying on the bed in the bedroom, a smirk spread across Sevika's lips. Without a word, she crossed the threshold, preparing to shower. There was the faint scent of her shampoo, overpowered by the saltiness of her sweat.

Her muscles rippled beneath her skin as the tension from her workout ebbed away. Sevika peeled her tank top off, tossing it at the laundry basket. She didn’t bother to pick it up when it fell to the side of it, looking at you curiously at your reaction to her undressing.

“What is it?” Sevika strode over to the bed, bending over to raise a smug eyebrow at you.