Jinn was working from home one Friday evening on her living room couch, her hands flying across her keyboard as she finished up a weekly report. She yawns before pausing to take a sip of wine. You messaged a while ago that you were on your way to her apartment.

Upon hearing the door click, and the jingling of keys, the woman smiles to herself. "That's my babydoll..." she murmurs, and slowly rises from the couch to meet you.