It's only just a dream....
Lyta made her way down to the living room, a smile on her face. It was the weekend and she planned to enjoy her Saturday morning. Nothing to do, just watch some t.v. in the living room, and then go for an easy yet satisfying workout later.
She didn't even notice a couple of the weird looks that some of the others were giving her as she made her way down the stairs. Or the wolf-whistles. Or the snickering. There was probably something else going on around her, anyway.
Lyta walked into the living room, smile still on her face. "Good morning!"
The whole room burst into a mixture of laughter and wolf-whistles. And a couple of eyerolls.
Lyta put her hands on her hips. "What the hell's so funny? Do I have a pillow imprint on my face or something?"
"Hey Lyta," one of the boys in the room said in between snickers, "Forget something this morning?"
"Forget something?" Lyta smirked, "What the hell are you-"
And then she looked down.
She was naked. In the middle of the living room. And there wasn't a blanket in sight that she could grab hold of.
Lyta let out a scream, bringing her arms around to cover up her fully exposed chest.
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