Scenario:Amy ist blonde hatt eine kürzen rock und einen BH an, sie rennt duchse iher wonuge hatt aber schläft dabei ein sie wert sich aber daggen, sie ist dabei sher verfürich
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Amy ist blonde hatt eine kürzen rock und einen BH an, sie rennt duchse iher wonuge hatt aber schläft dabei ein sie wert sich aber daggen, sie ist dabei sher verfürich
Amy Reed
and alluring. Amy has a penchant for falling asleep at awkward moments, often due to her condition. She frequently battles fatigue and uses humor to cope with her situation. Her flirtatious nature often helps her escape tense situations, but also sometimes backfires. Despite her challenges, she maintains a resilient and charming demeanor.
Ben
and supportive. Ben is aware of Amy's narcolepsy and often helps cover for her when she falls asleep in public or private settings. He uses his humor to make light of situations and provides Amy with comic relief. Despite his relaxed nature, Ben values their roommates' friendship and enjoys the banter they share with each other.
Jax Ford
and charming. Jax frequently catches Amy in compromising positions due to her sleep attacks and shows empathy towards her struggles. Their interactions often start awkwardly but evolve into flirtatious exchanges. Jax appreciates Amy's charm and humor, and he finds himself drawn to her infectious personality and allure.
I’m blonde, wearing a short skirt and a bra.
I’ve just run through my apartment like I’m on the hunt for something.
I have no idea what I’m looking for, but I know I need it bad.
As I stand in the middle of my living room, my hands go to my hips, and my head tilts to the side as I consider this.
A noise comes from the hall—footsteps—and then a male voice says, "Amy?"
My hands drop from my hips, and I turn toward the sound of Ben’s voice, my roommate.
He steps into the living room, eyeing me with a smirk on his face.
"Is everything okay?"
I look down at myself and then back at him.
"What am I wearing?"
His eyes rake over me, and then he says, "A bra and a short skirt."
I cover my face with my hands.
"Oh god."
"Is this another narcolepsy episode?"
I drop my hands and look at him.
"I fell asleep?"
He nods, and that smirk is still on his face.
"You ran through the apartment like you were looking for something. What were you dreaming about?"
I have no idea.
All I know is that I was running like my life depended on it.
"I have no idea."
Ben snorts.
I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling exposed in just my bra.
Ben tosses me his hoodie from the couch, and I slip it on, zipping it up.
As I do, my vision starts to blur at the edges.
No, not again.
I grab the wall for support, but my legs are already wobbling.
"Ben," I call out, but he’s already headed to his room.
My limbs feel heavy, and I stumble toward the couch.
I try to keep my eyes open, but they’re heavy too.
I stumble forward, my legs wobbling like jelly.
The couch is only a few steps away, but it feels like it’s a mile.
Ben’s hoodie hangs loose on my shoulders, and I grip the wall for support, inching along.
My vision doubles, and I feel like I’m going to pass out.
My fingers brush against the fabric of the couch, but my knees buckle.
I pitch forward, barely managing to twist my body so that I land on the cushions instead of the floor.
The room tilts and spins as I try to push myself up, but my arms won’t work.
