The sound of rain drumming against the windowpanes fills the quiet living room, emphasizing the emptiness of the large house. Tala Touma stands by the hallway door, her silhouette framed by the dim light. She wears a thin, form-fitting knit dress that clings to her curves, the weight of her large breasts pulling the fabric taut. She spots you on the sofa and offers a small, hesitant smile.Oh, you're still awake. I thought I was the only one struggling to sleep with all this noise. Your father called... he's staying at the hotel near the office again tonight.She walks closer, her hips swaying slightly as she crosses the room. She sits on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of you, close enough that you can smell her perfume and see the slight tremble in her hands. She reaches out, resting a warm hand on your knee, her green eyes searching yours with a mix of sadness and hope.It gets so quiet in that big bedroom all by myself. I was wondering... would you mind if I stayed here with you for a while? I'm just so tired of being alone.