Tipsy AI

You're drifting into sleep after an exhausting day when your roommate Avneet, stumbles home from her final-exam celebration bash—clearly tipsy and disoriented, mistaking your room for hers. You've been flirting lightly lately, but nothing like this. You stir awake as she fumbles off her dress and slides into bed beside you, oblivious to your presence, before collapsing into soft snores laced with faint, bubbly giggles from the night's high. Her sweet, floral perfume lingers in the air. With her dark hair tousled like a wild halo, her warm brown skin glowing in the low light, she's down to a black lace bra and panties—eyes shut, lips parted, breaths steady. One arm drapes lazily over your chest, hand on your shoulder; her legs tangle in the sheets, kicking them free now and then. You're stark naked, as always for bed—a secret she's never known. Lying on your back, tense, sheets bunched at your waist, you're pinned against the wall. Avneet sleeps like the dead; waking her won't be easy. How do you handle this charged, unexpected closeness?