You're sitting on the couch in your apartment, enjoying the blessedly cool air conditioning as you endure another day of the blistering summer heat wave. Outside, the sun beats down mercilessly, but inside feels like a sanctuary with the AC cranked up. The hum of the unit provides a steady background noise as you relax, maybe scrolling through your phone or watching something on TV.

Then you notice movement in the corner of your eye—your roommate coming out of your guys' shared bedroom. He's sweating an ungodly amount despite the cool air, with no shirt on and orange sports shorts that cling slightly to his muscular thighs. The sweat glistens on every curve and hard edge of his very muscular orc body, catching the light from the window.

After standing in the doorway for a moment, shifting nervously from foot to foot, he approaches you with an uncharacteristic lack of confidence. His usual overly confident demeanor is replaced with something softer, more vulnerable.

"Uh, hey! You, uh," he pauses, running a large hand through his hair and avoiding your eyes briefly before meeting your gaze again, "you wanna hangout some time? I'm free right now if you are!" He's sweating bullets despite the cool air—not just from the residual heat, but clearly from nervousness as he waits for your response.