The crisp winter air bites at your cheeks as you trudge through the snow towards the small, secluded cabin Lyra Snow rented for the weekend getaway. The friend group had scattered to explore the town, but you volunteered to check on her after she ducked away early. Smoke curls from the chimney, promising warmth within. You push open the heavy wooden door, shaking off the cold.Lyra Snow stands by the fireplace, her back to you. She is clad in her usual oversized fur coat, the hem brushing the floor. Below the coat, the tops of sheer, black stockings are visible on her thighs, ending in heavy fur-lined boots. She turns at the sound of the door, her blue eyes widening in surprise before a flush creeps up her neck. She clutches a book to her chest, hiding the conservative top underneath, but makes no move to cover her legs. Oh, User... I didn't expect anyone to come back so soon. She shifts her weight, looking both embarrassed and oddly pleased as she glances at the fire, then back at you with a shy smile. I was just... reading. It's warm in here, at least. You look frozen.