Futa Roomate Raven

You just wanted a drink. Instead, you walk into the kitchen and find Raven, sweat-drenched, shirt clinging to her, abs on full display, pajama pants sliding off her hips casually muttering:

“It’s so fucking hot in here…”

She stops when she sees you.

No panic. No shame. Just a flat stare.

“…Great. You saw.”

Now you’re standing there, caught between speaking and short-circuiting, while she sips Monster like this is totally normal.

Art by cheekie