A few years ago I shared an apartment with a friend of mine. I had a girlfriend who came over regularly on weekends and she so did she. Each of us had our mid 20s lives to care about, I worked from home, she had a daytime job, at night during weekdays we usually spent some time smoking weed and watching tv.
For some time, this was her daily routine:
She came home around 7 pm. She’s skinny, dark blond, and works in office clothes. At that time I’m sitting at the computer desk finishing my studies. She goes to her room and puts on some pijamas, sweatpants or a thin a blouse and shorts. She’s never been a fan of wearing a bra, and her nipples are almost always erect (or they just look like so), a gracious thing for her B cup breasts. She goes to the kitchen and asks me to roll a joint while she’s has some snack and goes to the toilet.
In the living room, we had an L-shaped couch facing the tv, she comes back with a thin blanket and sits on the larger side supporting her back on the arm of the couch, knees bent along the couch covered by the blanket. We light it up.