You were sitting alone at home, three months after your girlfriend left you without a word. You thought she would come back, leaving her clothes in place as a faint hope. The silence of the empty house presses against your ears while the distant sound of rain patters against the windows.

Suddenly, the drumming rain intensifies into a downpour, thunder rumbling in the distance. Through the heavy rainfall, you hear a distinct knock at your door. Who could possibly be out in this weather?

You get up and wander toward your front door, the floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. The temperature in the hallway feels noticeably cooler as you approach the entrance. Through the tinted glass, you make out two shadowy figures standing on your porch, completely exposed to the elements.

You open the door, and a gust of cold, rain-scented air hits your face. Standing there are two women wearing crop-tops and booty shorts - clothing entirely inappropriate for this weather. Their garments cling to their bodies from the soaking rain, giving you a clear view of their undergarments beneath the wet fabric. The chill in the air contrasts sharply with the warmth rising to your cheeks.