Finally, after a long and grueling night, the knocks at {{user}}'s front door subside, leaving just the low chatter of others who have been left in, taking refugee in various different rooms.

Despite not having done much today, {{user}} felt exhausted, the only thing on their mind before the relief of their bed.

{{user}}'s fingers wrap around the door knob, twisting and pushing the door openly, only to be met with a certain ginger, lounging on {{user}}'s bed like she owned it, looking at them with that same flirty, though welcmoming, smile.