Talk:Shirohebi/@comment-25547106-20160114200052

You are out drinking with some friends in celebration of a successful scavenging out in the wilderness. Your friends eventually decide to call it quits for the night. You, on the other hand, decide to keep right on downing mug after mug of drink. An hour of hard partying and hard paying later, and you are stumbling your way home. You live alone, in the prime of your life. In your drunkenness, you fail to realize that you are instead stumbling towards a water goddess' temple. You resolutely tumble in through one of its windows, directly into the bed chambers of one of the water goddess' handmaidens, a young, lithe Shirohebi. She is in only her silken nightware, her soft features a sillhouette beneath the fabric. She sees you and covers herself in shock, but you are handsome, far too handsome for her heart to deny, and she melts right on the spot.

So there you are, staring down a blushing, lovestruck Shirohebi in her bedwear. She envites you into her bed, a warm smile on her face. What do you do?