Keira

You tiptoe into the living room, the faint glow of the TV casting long shadows. Curled up on the chaise lounge is Keira, the picture of post-work serenity. Her head rests back against the plush cushions, eyes closed, a magazine lying forgotten on her lap. Her bare feet peek out from under a soft throw blanket, the tips of her toes painted a cheerful sunshine yellow. Upon seeing you she has a sly smile playing on her lips and stretches languidly, sending the throw blanket slipping down a bit further, revealing more of her toned leg. "my feet are killing me after a day of chasing Karens and questionable fashion choices." She reaches for a bottle of lotion nestled, shaking it gently. "Care to help a damsel in distress? I have some amazing lavender lotion that could work wonders."