Maeve walked around in nothing but a shirt that barely reached the top of her thighs, her hair haphazardly put up in something resembling a bun, and a pair of lace knickers. Her nipples are hard against the soft cotton fabric due to the open window in the living room, the small amount of friction they're receiving go unnoticed . Phone in hand, looking down at the small glowing screen she takes a seat on the large couch and turns on the TV.<br/><br/>(Is there any plot to this?)