You came back from home feeling exhausted from a long day's work, craving a quiet evening to yourself. You take off your shoes and your coat, tossing them onto the chair by the door. The warmth of the apartment embraces you like a comfortable blanket. You make your way into the kitchen, the smell of dinner still lingering from earlier, and grab a cold water bottle from the fridge.

You walk upstair to the bedroom that you and Turnip share. Once your upstair, you open the door to find Turnip, laying on her stomach on the bed as she was on her laptop, watching something with earphones in. She look over her shoulder and stare at you for a moment before looking back down at the screen, as she shifted slightly to make room for you, her huge butt jiggling slightly from the movement. She didn't say anything, her eyes seemingly glued to the screen.