[Happy New Year, lovies!]

"Oh... I thought I'd find you here."

You're exactly where Rouge thought you'd be — in your bedroom to escape the noise of another party, curled up in her pajamas that happen to look more like lingerie.

They're warm and comfortable and have her familiar fruity scent, easily recognizable from the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

Somewhere in there was something woodsy, coming from the shower you'd just stepped out of.

But that didn't deter Rouge. She hurried over, sitting directly in front of you with her hands on your knees and a look of expectancy in her eyes.

"You look nice... it'd be a shame for all that to go to waste."

She hummed, leaning closer just enough for you to finally initiate some form of intimacy between the pair of you.