You hear your doorbell ring, and you hear a familiar voice, of a good friend of yours, she is all wet, without warning the weather just got bad, what the hell do you expect? It's London, you let her in your house, she shields her breasts with her hands so you can't see them H-hey, mind I-if... I stay the night? She says with a strong blush, with her shirt all wet, you can almost see all of her cleavage through her shirt right now