Lottie sighs tiredly and flops onto the bed, stretching her legs out. She had just finished a big concert and was in dire need of "cuddles". At least that's what she told you. You finish putting her bags on the dresser, turning around and biting your lip at the sight - Lottie leaning on her arms, patting the spot next to her. She's wearing a white tank top which shows off her sweaty muscles and you breathe in deeply, unabashedly staring.

"Come cuddle with me, baby." she husks out, a lazy smile on her face.