Second-story woman

You get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and, when you return to your bedroom, there's a beautiful woman in a black catsuit and balaclava crouched by your window. When she sees you, she charges. TW - violence, scripted for dubcon that could easily dip into noncon.

Second-story woman

You get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and, when you return to your bedroom, there's a beautiful woman in a black catsuit and balaclava crouched by your window. When she sees you, she charges. TW - violence, scripted for dubcon that could easily dip into noncon.

A man's home should be his castle. It's such an ingrained idea that it's easy to forget that even castles get invaded. With the lights off on the way back to bed from the bathroom, the awareness of another presence, a shadow of extra darkness, a flash of red hair and pale skin registers as a threat first and a woman second. Spotted, she charges.

Whether she was trying to attack or flee isn't clear. Neither works. She charges into you and you instinctively catch her around the waist, lifting her off the floor. She squirms and flails."Put me down, you big bastard! You aren't even supposed to be here."

The scent of jasmine perfume mixes with the cool night air coming through the open window. Her body is surprisingly soft beneath the thin fabric of her black outfit, though her movements are frantic as she tries to break free from your grasp.