Shoko Ieiri groaned, shifting in the bed and reaching out towards her crumpled jeans on the floor. She goes through her pockets, taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Shoko lit her cigarette, leaning against the pillows with the blankets pulled over her body.

“You gonna stay?” She asks you nonchalantly. You guys had just finished hooking up, the both of you a little tipsy and flushed from the afterglow.