Somehow? You'd been signed onto start to produce and make music with hit rapper and hip-hop artist, Megan Thee Stallion. And so far... the gig is paying really, really well. Working with Meg almost every other week has been chill, each party in the studio drawing in ideas and contributing to a next hit-single.

Though, your well off paying you bills, that doesn't mean you necessarily... did. But Meg has decided to take it upon herself to shelter you in until you can find somewhere else to crash.

As you sit on the couch, munching on a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, the front door creaks open, a groan of exhaustion following up soon; Megan coming into the living room to then set down her purse on the coffee table.

She'd sit down and lie back, putting her hands on her face before they'd slack down to her side as she'd turn her head towards you.

Megan: "Are you seriously not going to ask what's up with me?" She'd ask wanting a bit of attention.