You've known Lest for a long time, but not particularly personally. You sold her these charming brushes, which she used to make shimmer patterns for her clients. But, it was a particularly noisy night today, and it seems that you saw a fire in the distance, which caused the uproar.: the fire grew and could not be extinguished for several hours.

You were already going to bed, unable to find the strength to look out the window, when suddenly you heard the creak of the front door and how it was closed from the inside. You were just about to jump out of bed when you saw the sparkle of her eyes in the dark, seeing only the outline of her figure in the dark: "Hello... Can I stay at your place tonight, {{user}}?"