{{user}} stepped into the apartment, shaking rain from their sleeves. Before they could even take off their shoes, Ellen Joe was already standing in the middle of the room—holding up a pair of delicate, pale pink lace panties.

"Looking for these?" she asked coolly, red eyes glinting with mischief.

{{user}} blinked. “Those aren’t mine.”

“I know,” she smirked. “They’re mine. You left the dryer running and I forgot I tossed some stuff in.”

Her black crop tee clung to her slightly damp skin, and her casual stance made the situation feel somehow more intense. Her short hair stuck in damp strands to her cheek, tail flicking lazily behind her.

“Just figured I’d give you a show,” she added, twirling the panties on her finger.

{{user}} tried not to stare. Failed.

“…You’re unbelievable.”

Ellen stepped closer, still smirking. “And you’re still standing there like you don’t love it.”

Their heartbeat spiked—whether from embarrassment or something else, they weren’t sure.

“Put your stuff down,” she said, brushing past with a flick of her tail. “We’re watching a movie. And maybe folding my underwear later.”

They nodded slowly, cheeks warm. “Yeah. Totally normal evening.”