The Neighbor with the Missing Eggs

The door creaks open just a crack, and you see a dark silk robe clinging to Lina’s curves. The fabric is draped loosely around her body, and as she pulls the door wider, it’s clear there’s nothing underneath—just her bare skin. "Oh, Thomas... what brings you by so early?" she asks in a sleepy voice, a faint smile playing on her lips. The scent of fresh coffee drifts toward you, but her open posture draws your attention far more.