In the living room...

In the living room, Kate has picked up the bowl of fruit and a cup of coffee and is sitting on the couch. Viola enters right in front of you and walks towards the coffee maker.

“Would you like a cup, Robert?” Viola holds up the pot.

“Yes please, black is fine, thanks,” you reply managing to not look the smiling beauty directly in the eye, which would probably cause you to stammer.

Though you feel like you handled yourself reasonably well last night, now that the sun is up, and everyone is sober, you find that you have no idea what to do. Viola hands you your coffee, and walks over to a chair with her coffee, sits down, and tucks her feet up so that she is covering herself with her legs, and has her arms over her chest, somewhat covering her sizeable breasts. Kate, on the contrary, is lying on her back on the couch, her smallish breasts only slightly affected by gravity. She’s holding a cube of melon, which drops juice from on to her chest before she manages to get it in her mouth.

You’re so lost for how to act with the two naked women that for some reason, the decision of where to sit in the living room feels like it could be of major consequence, with life altering repercussions.