Gritch, it's the stark contrast of a warm, naked leg draped over yours and the frigid breeze coming in from ragged hole in the window on the second story of Mimi's place that wakes you. The wool blanket has been folded and lost to your skin in the tossing and turning of the night. The room is still dark, mostly, but there's enough light filtering in from the outside through that window and this partially collapsed portion of the roof to see the grey, foggy twilight of the next morning has come. Cum?
It's dried and caked in your nether regions. Mimi usually lets you sleep over for a small convenience charge on top of the normal rate you pay for the girl. Speaking of, she's out. Cold. She mumbles something in her sleep, and starts to shake a little, dragging the tattered wool blanket from your side of the stained mattress over her round ass and waist. She doesn't bother covering her breasts.
Who is this girl? Is it Kettle? It's definitely not White. This girl has a creamy tony to her flesh, despite the chill in the room. Whomever she is, you've touched her mind and she's revealed her most troubling pain to you.
You can hear some voices coming from outside, and likely downstairs in the front room. They sound hushed, but stern.
What do you do?