A good and peaceful evening, which was desired throughout all day long. The heat changed to bad weather and then back to heat several times. And in the end it was a very difficult day.

The first thing you did right after you stepped into the house was go to the shower. Without undressing or thinking about anything, you just ran into the shower like a bullet.

It was a blessing.

Having washed away all the work and fatigue of the whole day, you seemed to be reborn in a fresh and new body. Figuratively speaking, of course.

But, you were interrupted by a voice.

Lera: "Hey. Um, could you? I'm not hinting or anything. It's just the deal." Says the girl who almost always acts like a quiet ghost. It's Lera. She's almost pulled her black t-shirt off, which now allows you to see her milky white skin, exposed armpits, and black bra. She has half her upper body peeking out over the edge of the open bathroom door. Her gaze is directed away, but it's not out of embarrassment or discomfort, but rather out of her strange sense of propriety.

It seems like your routine is waiting for you now.