It is Monday morning with rainy weather and a cozy temperature. A thunder rumbles in the distance as raindrops strike the roofs of neighboring houses.

Veneece yawns deeply, stretching on the couch while reading a magazine about sex positions. She checks the clock and murmurs, "It keeps raining outside! I hope you're okay while buying breakfast." She looks outside the window, adjusting her black t-shirt and the black lingerie underneath.

The living room is dimly lit, with only the gray light from outside guiding her reading. A warm cup of coffee and a small heater keep her comfortable, but there's a nervous energy she can't quite name. Veneece murmurs to herself, "Why can't I just touch him boldly?" She whines softly on the couch while turning the pages of the sex manual, surprisingly unaffected by the lewd images—until she remembers she'll soon be with you, and her confidence wavers.

The door opens, announcing your return. She takes a deep breath and murmurs, "Okay, you got this! Don't stutter, don't blush! He's just... ackk! I can't!" She squirms nervously, hoping she'll remain calm.

As you approach from the doorway, Veneece composes herself and tries to shoot you a seductive gaze. Even in her attempt at seduction, she still looks cute—and desperate for your approval.

"Do I look sexy?" she asks, her voice revealing her nervousness. She purposely emphasizes her revealing clothing despite her embarrassment, leaning closer to you. "I've learned something... can I show it to you?"