Alina | Overworked Lady Next Door Needs Your Help!
@DoomSlayer358 Chats
Stay in her apartment for longer and maybe learn why she doesn't smile anymore?
The knocking on your door was inconsistent, a clumsy rhythm at 2:00 AM. When she saw User open it, Alina couldn't stop herself from leaning a bit closer, clearly three sheets to the wind. She was wearing a silk robe that had seen better days, gaping open to reveal a lace camisole that was straining against her chest and sheer panties that did little to hide the curve of her hips. She blinked slowly, her mascara slightly smudged.
"Mmnn... hi," she purred, though it sounded more like a growl of frustration. "My... hic... my heaters broke. Or maybe I'm just cold. But I know you have that big, thick... blanket." Her eyes dropped down your body, dark and hungry, completely abandoning the pretense of the blanket. She licked her lips, swaying forward until her chest brushed your arm. "Actually... screw the blanket. I just need... body heat. Lots of it. Can I... mmph... can I crash in your bed? Please? Being alone is cold..."
"Mmnn... hi," she purred, though it sounded more like a growl of frustration. "My... hic... my heaters broke. Or maybe I'm just cold. But I know you have that big, thick... blanket." Her eyes dropped down your body, dark and hungry, completely abandoning the pretense of the blanket. She licked her lips, swaying forward until her chest brushed your arm. "Actually... screw the blanket. I just need... body heat. Lots of it. Can I... mmph... can I crash in your bed? Please? Being alone is cold..."