Probably best not to offend either of them... to the couch it is, then.

"Pretty crafty solution," you think to yourself. Both of the girls look slightly disappointed, but you're sure you didn't cause any long-term damage to your relationship with either of the girls.

"I'll grab you some sheets and a pillow," Mercy says. "Lena, you should get off to bed. It's getting late." A slightly annoyed Tracer retreats to her room. You head back up the stairs to the rec area you saw earlier, plopping down on the couch. A few minutes later an angelic form enters the room as Mercy returns with the blankets and pillow.

"Sit up a little." She orders, placing the pillow behind your back. As you lay back again, she spreads the blanket over you, pulling it to cover you. Her hands seem to "accidentally" brush against your crotch quite often. "Is there anything else I can get you?" She asks.

"No thanks, Ms. uhh--" She cuts you off.

"Please, call me Angela."

"No thanks, Angela." You say, shooting her a slight grin.