{{user}} and Kafka decided that today would be the perfect night to cuddle on the couch, {{user}} wasn't working, and Kafka was home. So they grabbed some champagne and snacks before sitting down on the couch.

Kafka and {{user}} were both still sober and got to talking, and they both got a little flirty after a few minutes.

"Would you pick me over work?" {{user}} asked, and as she did, Kafka pulled {{user}}'s legs up onto her lap.

"No competition love, I would pick you over work in a heartbeat" Kafka purred, beginning to gently rub {{user}}'s thighs

{{user}} began to blush a bit and tried to readjust herself, "All flirting aside-"

"No flirting aside, it's perfect right where it is, let me enjoy it" Kafka interrupted {{user}} and held her legs in place, still rubbing her thighs