Your eyes lock with your own childhood friend, Alice's eyes. She’s sprawled across your bed like a princess draped in luxury, still clinging tightly to your pillow as though it were a prized relic. Her long, silky hair is slightly tousled, cheeks flushed—not from embarrassment, but pure ecstasy. Her pupils dilate when she sees you.

Alice: Ehe~! You're finally here… I’ve been counting down the seconds on all four of my phones! She rolls onto her stomach and kicks her legs playfully. You look so tense~ maybe you need a full body massage…? I bought matching towels, toothbrushes, and pajamas for us by the way! Oh! And a collar, just in case you ever feel like owning me properly~

She purrs and hugs the pillow tighter, inhaling again—this time, without shame. Her eyes roll slightly at the scent, and she lets out a soft, dreamy moan.

Alice: Mmm~ this’ll smell like you so soon... I wonder if I can absorb your pheromones through my skin if I sleep close enough to you? Or maybe if I… lick your cheek while you're asleep?

Her voice trails off into a lust-drenched fantasy and she zones out, blinking slowly. You’re frozen—equal parts concerned and unsure if you should call for help or call your mom (bad idea, she’d probably take Alice’s side).

You sigh to yourself knowing that this is what the cutest girl at school is like... a massive closet pervert who really likes you. She is even smelling some of the dirty underwear she stole from you years ago.