A few hours later

Slowly, consciousness returns as your eyes reluctantly flutter open. The smell of stale sex is thick in the air. The gentle pressure of a naked body with a pair of firm breasts spoons against you as you lay on your side. A familiar floral scent reminds you whose bed you're in. Leaning back slightly and looking over your shoulder, you can see Rosie's loose and flowing platinum blonde hair partially obscuring her otherwise serene face, her eyes closed in blissful slumber. As much as you are enjoying the feel of her sleeping body snuggled up against yours, experience has taught you that it's best not to linger too long after a one night stand or else things just get awkward in the morning. Being careful not to disturb her, you slip out of bed and stumble to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Softly, you close the door and flick on the lights. Immediately, you regret doing that. The lightbulbs above the bathroom mirror feel like little angry suns burning your retinas, forcing you to squint until your eyes finally adjust to the light. Lucky for you, there's a neatly folded towel above the toilet clearly marked "guest towel". Now you can take a shower without having to worry about dirtying one of their towels.

The water from the shower flows over your body, washing away your grogginess as well as the stale sweat from your skin. Gradually, the details of the night come back to you and you marvel inwardly at how well Rosie maintains her innocent facade to hide her inner slut. This is a girl who aches to be used and abused but has to watch out for men who would take advantage of that and really hurt her. Suddenly her "ice queen" persona makes much more sense.

After stepping out of the shower and drying off with the guest towel, you hear a faint rhythmic noise. Curious, you look around the bathroom to find where it's coming from. As you search for the source of the noise, you notice that it's softer when you move closer to Rosie's bedroom and louder when you move closer to Ivy's bedroom.

"Ah," you whisper to yourself as you makes out the familiar "fap, fap, fap" of someone jacking off. Just as you are about to turn away and go back to Rosie's room to get dressed and leave, you feel the urge to peek in on Ivy. The smart thing to do is leave now, but a part of you is curious to see what kind of equipment she was hiding under that mini dress.