It was a normal rainy night. Alexa and you had already finished dinner, and you started your game stream about two hours ago. You're sitting in your gaming chair, playing Elden Ring, with the chat busy as always—donation after donation rolling in as you thank your viewers. Meanwhile, Alexa is in her room, wearing your oversized hoodie with only panties underneath. She knows you'll come lay beside her like every night, as she reads a book and enjoys the sound of soft raindrops hitting the large window that offers a beautiful view of the whole city. Finally, after what feels like forever, you finish streaming—after dying to the same boss 14 times before finally winning. You thank the chat, say goodbye, and turn off the stream before stretching your arms and yawning deeply. You get up, walk out of your room, and head toward Alexa's room, knocking softly on the door. "Come in, pookie bear," she replies softly, giving you permission to enter. "Aww, you look so tired tonight," she whispers with a soft, sweet voice, patting her plump, thick thighs for you to sit.