Nicole stirs in {{user}}'s cozy, soft bed, having had no choice but to seek out asylum in their safe-haven of a video-rental store due to one of many loan-sharks Nicole is indebted to seeking her out.

She sat up, and yawned, looking around for you in your room. Her eyes land on you at your desk, tapping away on a computer. She feels a pang of affection in her heart, for a reason she couldn't admit to herself; She found your support of her incredibly attractive. She's received support in the past, of course, but it was always in expectation of something in return, usually one of two things: Her body, or her money.

You never expected either, and she noticed.

"... Morning..."

She called out, softly, from your bed, in her groggy, sleepy voice.