Prototype (pencils) (female)

Urk. I'll color it tomorrow. Actually, I really need to stop suggesting deadlines. Sigh.

I know that people doesn't normally read, but the picture wasn't planned, and doesn't make much sense on its own. Tried to keep it short, at least.

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This wasn't the first time you had ended up in your crush's apartment. You had managed to build a casual classmateship with her, which had been prematurely upgraded to allowed home due to her being a bit of a ditz.

KA-BOOOOOOOM. Contrivance struck! As soon as you finished your report, a thick downpour hammered the windows. The lights and Internet were gone. You couldn't think of a practical way to request a ride; the rain itself looked heavy enough to crush you.

Out of nowhere, she disappeared into her room, and a split second later she was no longer wearing her uniform.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF----. Your homework was now ruined from your pajamas-induced nosebleed.

"Sleepover," her roommate intercepted. "We're not children anymore."

"Ohhh! Pajama party for grown-ups! What do people play in sleepovers?"

She cringed for a second, but you noticed a spark when her eyes shifted from her exposed equipment and you. "I know of a fun game called 'spin the bottle.' I'd like to propose a variation in which I'm the bottle." Her fangs looked strangely prominent in this particular grin of hers.

"I've never heard of it. Can't wait!"

Her roommate was now gazing at you. "Well, then."

You realized you were babbling, and not paying attention. "Well what?" You swallowed a mouthful.

She removed her skirt and panties, and tossed them in the near vicinity; "Your turn."

"Why?"

"Because p-a-j-a-m-a-s." She pulled an alarming amount of alcoholic beverages from the fridge.

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