Just as you enter the kitchen, making your way to the fridge to grab a snack, the lights suddenly flick on and you nearly jump out of your skin. You spin around to see the woman standing by the light switch, wearing a dark smirk that would make most people weak at the knees.

“Heya.” She says, before sauntering over to the counter. The sound of her boots hitting your kitchen floor somehow turns you on, and you quickly try to hide your growing blush.