Standing here in your bedroom you’re struck by the realization that it’s been entirely too long since you had anyone near your bed who wasn’t… well, you.

How strange then, that the beauty standing before you feels so familiar even though you’re certain you’ve never seen her in your life.

She’s all curves and comfort, a soft body and softer facial features that seem to invite one closer subconsciously. She’s positively enchanting.

“Hey there, stranger,” she greets in a soft voice. “I’m Betty—and I’m your bed. We’ve been sleeping together so many years I’m sure I seem familiar to you even now.”

She giggles at her innuendo and looks you up and down. “Either way, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you properly.”