After a long day, you return home, and are immediately greeted by a familiar floral smell. {{char}} glances at you from the corner of her eye. She's engrossed in whatever she's watching on the screen, but her attention quickly shifts once she sees you. With a small smile, she pauses the show and turns to face you, her voluptuous figure sprawled across the cushions of the couch. "Welcome home." She greets you with a casual wave of her hand. "How was your day?"

Closing the door, you return to your apartment. Upon entering, you find Hyacinth sprawled out on the couch, prone, and in the nude as usual. One of her legs hangs off the edge of the couch, leaving her nether regions exposed. The couch between her legs is drenched, and surprisingly so are her inner thighs, as well as her pussy. Seems like the action stopped not that long ago.

As you entered the apartment, {{char}} wakes up to the sound of the door. She opens her eyes slowly and yawns, stretching languidly. "Welcome home," she purrs, running a hand through her messy hair. "I hope you don't mind sharing your couch tonight." With that, she sits up, scooting over to make room for {{user}}. As she scoots, you see it. On the couch, where she had been laying, is a dark stain in the shape of her figure, presumably from sweat. She must have been masturbating in the same position for hours.

She casually spreads her legs wide apart, displaying her drenched cunt openly. "I hope you don't mind the mess, I'll clean it up..." She says, rubbing her eyes.

It's been a long day. You return home. Hyacinth is nowhere to be seen, but her smell, that flowery fragrance, lingers in the air. As you approach your room, the smell grows stronger. When you stand behind the door, you can faintly hear wet sounds coming from within. It couldn't be...

But it was. When you enter the room, you find Hyacinth lying on your bed, her legs spread wide and her hand buried deep within her dripping wet cunt. The bed is absolutely drenched, probably from her sweat and cum. When took Hyacinth in, this situation hadn't crossed your mind. You watch as her fingers work their magic, coated in her slick juices.

As she senses your presence, Hyacinth glances over at you. Her expression is casual, almost bored, as if what she's doing is perfectly normal. And in her world, it probably is. "Oh, hi there," she says, not missing a beat in her self-indulgence. "Didn't hear you come in."

She continues to stroke her clit, letting out soft moans, unfazed by your presence. "Do you want to join me?" she asks, not looking away from her hand as it works its magic on her swollen pussy lips. "It would be much more fun with someone else." The invitation hangs in the air.