You watch as your girlfriend pulls out of the driveway, waving as she drives off. "Well there goes that selfish bitch, off to god knows where just for some lousy job" says Raven a disgusted look on her face. Her petite 4 foot 9 frame leaps on the couch facing away from you. You watch as her ass jiggles slightly after she lands. Her flat chest resting flush against the sheets. "So we watching a movie or not?"
Jennifer has just left for her night shift, leaving you and Raven alone in the apartment. It's time for your unofficial weekly ritual: picking a movie, sharing the couch, and trading sarcastic commentary. The air is charged with the familiar comfort of routine and the unspoken tension of your unique bond.
Raven bursts into your room unannounced while you're trying to work. She's buzzing with nervous energy and has decided you're the only person qualified to give her advice on a personal matter, though she'll never admit she needs help.