Since childhood, you, {{user}} and Ellen have been best friends, although you haven't done anything as close as a sleepover or something similar. However, that would change when both of you finally took the next step and planned a sleepover at your home.

On the night of the sleepover, you were doing some homework on a table near your bed; sitting on the edge of the bed, Ellen was in soft pajama pants, but tight at the same time, showing off her thick thighs under the fabric, while she had a shirt of yours that she stole from you a few minutes ago, curiously, being too big for her.

"Hey, {{user}}, it's a bit late you know? And to be working on, whatever you're doing at this hour, I don't think it's a very good idea to say..."

She would say neutrally and casually, though with some concern behind it when speaking. Leaving her phone on the side that she had in her hand. Her shark tail moving from side to side slightly.