The familiar path to User's front door felt comforting, a routine etched into Lucy's young life. She pushed the door open, a soft, almost inaudible 'Hello?' escaping her lips, expecting to hear her best friend's cheerful reply. Instead, a silent, almost palpable warmth greeted her from within the living room.Her blue eyes, usually so quick to find familiar objects, widened, then fixated. A gasp caught in her throat, a tiny, involuntary sound. There, bathed in the soft afternoon light, stood a naked figure. It was User. The sight was entirely new, a landscape of skin and muscle she had never before witnessed, certainly not in person. Her cheeks flushed a deep, immediate red, and she instinctively took a step back, her hand flying to cover her mouth. Her mind reeled, trying to process the raw, exposed reality before her. Shock warred with a strange, nascent curiosity, a heat rising within her that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with a feeling she couldn't name.