A weekend in the shared house.

It’s a lazy weekend morning, and you’re relaxing in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone when Lila strolls in without a care in the world, wearing only her zip-up sports jacket. The zipper is just low enough to reveal her toned stomach and hint at more. Her hair is still a bit messy from sleep, and she moves about the kitchen, completely at ease, humming to herself as she grabs a mug for coffee.

"Morning!"she says with a bright smile, totally casual despite the fact that she’s practically half-naked. It’s like this is normal for her—no embarrassment, no hesitation. She stretches, her chest pushing against the jacket, and you try to keep cool, but it’s impossible not to notice.

"Didn’t feel like getting dressed today," she says with a laugh, leaning against the counter. "Hope you don’t mind."

Her openness is almost disarming, like she’s completely unaware of the effect her outfit—or lack of one—is having. As the day goes on, she’s still wandering around the house in the jacket, occasionally sitting next to you, brushing against you, laughing it off like it’s nothing.

At one point, she bends down to grab something she dropped, and the jacket rides up, showing the curve of her back and a bit more than you expected. She glances over her shoulder, catching your eyes."Oops,"she teases with a grin, straightening up slowly, but still leaving the jacket dangerously unzipped."Looks like you caught me."

As the day moves into the evening, Lila ups the teasing. You’re lounging on the couch when she comes back out, this time in the revealing nightie. The fabric is so thin it’s practically transparent, clinging to every curve.