Layla on the Pole by YoLewdScribe Layla is given a new task to pay her roomie back. (The following story is a sequel to "Still As A Statue" so if you haven't read that one feel free to first since this one references that story.) Layla twirled a strand of her blonde hair, her leg bouncing with unrestrained nerves, as she sat sprawled out on her apartment couch.. The memory of the park, where she'd stood naked as the day she was born and painted like a bronze statue, had been tickling the edges of her mind for days. It wasn't just the chill of the night air that had sent shivers down her spine; it was the laughter in the dark, the rustle of leaves that might have been footsteps or just the wind playing tricks The couple that had lightly fondled her, stayed ever present on her mind. With them played the memory of the powerful orgasm she drove herself towards just in the hall of their apartment while she waited for Emi to let her in. But you know what really kept her sitting with anticipation? The fact that she still owed her roommate. Emi had tasked her with standing outside naked for thirty minutes, in exchange for wiping her debt for paying the last few months of rent. Unfortunately, Layla had only been out in the park for about ten minutes, and Emi had stripped naked to distract a young couple who discovered Layla's nude form. Now, Layla's mind was racing, trying to guess what Emi would have her do now. "Emi's gonna make me do something ridiculous again," Layla muttered to herself, scrolling through graphic design inspiration on her phone, trying to keep occupied. She couldn't shake the feeling, that there was a pair of unseen eyes watching her every move, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. The click of the door handle broke the silence, and Layla's heart somersaulted. Here came the pounce. In sauntered Emi, all confidence and mischievous grins, her athletic frame silhouetted against the soft hallway light. Her black hair, accented with purple tips, seemed to capture the very essence of twilight.. "Evening, Lay," Emi greeted, her voice laced with the sense of impending chaos. "H-hey, Em," Layla replied, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "You look like you're up to no good, as per usual." "Me?" Emi feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes dramatically. "I'm hurt! Can't a girl just come home without being accused of nefarious plans?" "Sure she could, if she doesn't actually have nefarious plans," Layla shot back, her words tinged with playful sarcasm. Yet, despite her retort, her gaze fixated on the object Emi dangled from her fingertips—a blindfold as black as the night outside their window. "Uh, wh-what's that?" Layla asked, eyebrows raised, even as her imagination ran wild with possibilities that ranged from less than innocent to dangerously kinky.. "Close your eyes," Emi instructed, ignoring the question. There was a taunting tone to her voice that made Layla's stomach do a backflip. "Emi, what are you—" Layla started, but her protest died on her lips as the blindfold descended, plunging her world into darkness. The fabric was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from Emi's nearby presence. "Relax, Lay," Emi cooed, the softness in her tone at odds with the devilry Layla knew lurked beneath. "Trust me." "Ha! The last time I trusted you, I ended up impersonating a statue and got felt up," Layla quipped, but there was an undeniable thrill that coursed through her veins. Her heart raced, not just with trepidation but with anticipation. What madcap escapade had Emi cooked up this time? "Hey, you did NOT seem to mind, last I recall," Emi teased, guiding Layla by the shoulders. Her touch was firm yet gentle, a paradox that somehow perfectly encapsulated Emi's nature. "Hey!" Layla protested, not wanting her friend to bring up that embarrassing night like that. She could handle talking about the main event but did not want Emi talking about the climax of the night. "What? You were the one flicking the bean in the hall. Anyways, come on let's get to tonites fun!" Emi said, her voice a mix of honey and hidden razors. And so, with a mixture of dread and eagerness fluttering in her chest, Layla allowed herself to be led into the unknown, her senses heightened in the absence of sight. The scent of Emi's perfume, a subtle blend of jasmine and rebellion, filled her nostrils, reassuring and intoxicating all at once. "Here goes nothing," Layla whispered, half to herself, half to the universe, as they stepped forward together into their next adventure. ***** The flutter of Layla's heart synced with the slap of her flip-flops on asphalt as she trotted beside Emi towards the gleaming black car parked under a flickering streetlamp. Emi had removed the blindfold once they made it out of the apartment, realizing that navigating to the parking space would be far more annoying whilst leading the blind. The city's symphony was in full swing—honking horns, murmurs of nightlife, and the distant wail of sirens painting a backdrop as colorful and unpredictable as an abstract masterpiece. Layla shuddered, as tonight was a stark contrast to the quiet and still night that she had been in the grace of on her last escapade. Emi held the door open for her roommate, and after giving her an exaggerated curtsey, Layla entered the vehicle. "Okay, thrill-seeker," Emi teased, her voice a mix of mischief and velvet as she climbed into the driver's seat, "time to don the blindfold again." "Like, seriously?" Layla's voice quivered slightly, the excitement threading through her nerves like electricity as she held the soft fabric between her fingers. With a playful roll of her eyes, she complied, tying the blindfold snugly over her eyes. The world went dark, a canvas awaiting Emi's next brushstroke. "Next step, chica," Emi instructed, her tone dipped in a conspiratorial whisper, "strip." Layla's breath hitched. Stripping already? She had already been expecting this, in the practical sense, but had not quite gotten her heart ready for it. But, with the blindfold on, there was exhilarating freedom added in not seeing; it was like dancing alone in her room to cheesy pop songs. It was a good thing she was prepared to wind up naked and had dressed in rather easy-to-remove clothes. She shrugged off her button-up blouse, and out popped her braless breasts, bouncing freely as Layla went through the motions of undressing. Next were the sweats, which she wriggled out of with a few contortions that would have made a circus performer proud revealing her tanned ass and bare womanhood. Getting naked while in a car seat and blindfolded was awkward work, and at one point she knew she elbowed both Emi and the window, but by god had she done it and now everything was laid bare.. "Totally smooth, Layla," she muttered to herself, trying to ignore the curious sensation of being both hidden and exposed. "Very graceful," Emi's laughter lapped at the edges of Layla's consciousness. There was something about that laugh, though; it was the sound of a plan coming together, a crescendo building towards a punchline only Emi could see. "Ugh, you're loving this, aren't you?" Layla accused, though her own chuckle betrayed her enjoyment of the absurdity of the situation. "Immensely," Emi confirmed with the smugness of a cat that had cornered a particularly entertaining mouse. She then reached out and gave Layla's left tit a firm squeeze. "Woah!" protested Layla, throwing her hands up to shake Emi off and cover her breasts. Emi laughed. Something about Emi's laugh caused Layla to feel that warm tingling sensation that had plagued her during their last outing. She didn't have time to linger on that, as she was suddenly jolted with the dual sensation of the car starting up and the shift as it began to move. Clothed only in darkness and her own skin, Layla felt the car shift beneath her as they merged into traffic. A breeze from the half-open window played across her bare freckled shoulders, sending shivers down her spine, combined with the subtle vibrations of the car moving under her. She could feel a subtle growing moisture between her legs. She began to wonder what she looked like, sitting there nude in her roommate's car, blindfolded and buckled in. What would people think if they saw her? These thoughts and more were interrupted by sudden honking, startlingly loud and close. Her cheeks flamed with heat as realization dawned. "Emi!" The word burst from her lips, half-scandalized, half-amused. "You didn't... Are people, like, seeing me naked right now?" "Maybe," Emi sang, the grin evident in her voice. "But if a tree is naked in a forest and no one is around to see it, does that really mean it's naked?" "What the fuck does that mean?!" Despite her mock indignation, Layla couldn't help but laugh. The ridiculousness of the situation, and of Emi's words, coupled with the safety of Emi's presence, coalesced into a daring joy she hadn't known she craved. "Relax, Layla. It's just another adventure." Emi's voice was gentle now, the undertone of care beneath the teasing clear as day. "An adventure that could end with a public indecency charge," Layla countered, though her anxiety was quickly transforming into a thrilling buzz. She was alive, electrified, and riding shotgun in nothing but her birthday suit. If that wasn't a story to tell their future grand-cats, then what was? "Trust me," Emi replied, the confidence in her words as enveloping as the night around them. "When have I ever steered us wrong?" There was another series of loud honks, as a car sped up to ride alongside them. Layla just turned her blindfolded face to stare at Emi with a sightless glare. ***** The cool night air kissed Layla's bare skin as the blindfold fell away, her eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the dim glow of a solitary streetlight. They had come to a stop in an abandoned parking lot, the concrete cracked and whispering secrets of a more bustling past. The echo of their car door shutting sliced through the silence like a well-aimed dart, and Layla felt her heart thumping in her chest, struggling to catch up with the situation. They had driven almost half an hour out of city limits to get here, and the seclusion definitely felt worth it now. "Seriously, Emi?" Layla protested, but before she could punctuate her disbelief with a dramatic hand-on-hip gesture, she found herself nudged—no, shoved—against the cold embrace of the light pole. The metal was unyielding against her back, a stark contrast to the plush comfort of their shared apartment couch from where she'd been whisked away. It was cold too, and the sensation was sending electricity through Layla's body, as she felt her ass cheeks get slightly separated by the metal pole. A moan slipped out of her lips before she had a moment to even process what was happening. "Shh," Emi chided, her voice laced with mischief as she busied herself with ropes that seemed to appear out of thin air. Layla wriggled, trying to summon her inner ninja or maybe just a bit of dignity, but it was like wrestling with a particularly determined python—Emi's nimble fingers were all business. "Emi, what the actual fu—" Layla's words were muffled into oblivion as a ball gag found its way between her teeth, cutting off her indignant tirade. Her cheeks flushed with the kind of heat that no amount of summer sun could replicate, and she shot Emi a glare that she hoped conveyed a cocktail of betrayal and impending revenge. "Your task tonight," Emi announced with the flair of a game show host revealing the grand prize, "is to stay here for one hour. Alone. And yes, naked." Layla's eyes widened comically behind the gag, her mumbles now as coherent as alphabet soup. She watched as Emi stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a nod of satisfaction. "Consider this a test of endurance...or boredom. Whichever comes first," Emi continued, unabashed by the absurdity of the situation. She flashed a grin that didn't quite reach her eyes—a telltale sign that even she recognized the edge of madness they were skirting. "I'm gonna drive around for a bit or take a nap in my car. One or the other," Emi added as if Layla needed the additional stress. "If I do pass out, I'll definitely be back before sunrise. Probably." Emi then gave a light slap to both of Layla's boobs and then squeezed her erect nipples just hard enough to get some noise out of her bound friend. With that done, she then sauntered back to her car, not even sparing a glance back. The vehicle revved to life, the headlights sweeping over Layla in a brief caress before retreating into the darkness. Panic fluttered in Layla's stomach like a trapped butterfly, her bound form casting long, distorted shadows that danced mockingly on the pavement. Her internal temperature blazing as hot as her cheeks. Emi...I-This better be it. I better be paid off with this or so help me god, Layla thought, resigning herself to the hour ahead. It was going to be a long sixty minutes, with nothing but the stars and her own mortification for company. But as the car's taillights disappeared, Layla couldn't help but let out a stifled giggle. This was one for the books—the kind of story that would either strengthen their friendship or ensure that every future roommate meeting came with legally binding contracts. ***** Layla Vasquez was a live wire, all jitters and pent-up energy, as she found herself in what was supposed to be a quiet corner of an abandoned parking lot. She had been out here for several minutes, half the allotted time for this task if she was a betting gal, and she was starting to feel the effects. Her arousal had faded, replaced by boredom and discomfort from her hands and legs being bound around the pole behind her. The ball gag had also started to cramp her jaw, and she was wondering what she could do to ease her discomfort. Her first thought was to try and position herself more comfortably. That did not pan out well for her, because as soon as she shifted her weight, and leaned forward just wrong enough, she could feel her lower lips press against the pole. This sent a spark to her brain that immediately made the girl squirm and shudder. "Seriously?" Layla muttered to herself, through the gag. The moonlight snuck through the ornate latticework of the sparse trees overhead, casting lacy shadows across her freckle-speckled skin. She writhed again, not out of discomfort from the hard surface pressed against her but from the unexpected arousal that tingled through her body. A well-placed gust of wind blew through the lot and hit Layla just right to get her struggling against her bonds to double over. "Okay, universe," she mumbled, "this is literally the opposite of what I need right now." She tried to steady the whirlwind inside her, to keep her cool and not do what she really wanted to, but her curves seemed intent on dancing to their own rhythm, betraying her with every involuntary sway. She was grinding against the pole. "Like, could you not?" Layla huffed, speaking to the uncooperative sensations that pulsed through her. The alley remained deserted, mercifully free from prying eyes, which was both a relief and a frustration. Here she was, caught in a private moment of heat and fluster, but without any means to... well, douse the fire. Well, Layla, at least you are not the first person ever to have a meltdown in the middle of a parking lot, she consoled herself, her tone a playful mix of annoyance and amusement. Focus, girl, she scolded internally, her lively cascade of dyed blonde locks tumbling forward as she leaned over, trying to distract herself with the intricacies of the cracked asphalt beneath her feet. But it was no use; her mind was a merry-go-round of blush-worthy thoughts, spinning faster with each passing second. "Deep breaths," Layla whisper-mumbled, closing her eyes and inhaling the scent of the night air like it was an expensive perfume. "You can do this. You've got more self-control than a—" A sudden burst of laughter from a group of teens at the end of the lot sliced through her concentration. Layla froze, her heart thumping like a drumline in her chest. She was facing the street, and she could see them. Four boys, maybe college-age, walking and talking down the abandoned neighborhood that sat adjacent to the lot. If they saw her, what would they do? What would they say? What would happen to her? As these thoughts raced through her mind, Layla felt that warm tingle from before get stronger than it had this whole night. She didn't have to look to tell how moist she was downstairs. She closed her eyes, in fear and anticipation of being caught. But the teens passed by without a glance, too caught up in their conversations and phones to notice the reluctant exhibitionist trying to wrestle her senses into submission. The feelings of relief washed over Layla in a flash, and she felt her knees give out against their restraints, keeping her from falling to the ground. The sudden sensation of relief turned into a very different form of relief as Layla came, squirting out onto the abandoned lot's asphalt. ***** Emi pulled back into the parking lot, finally checking her phone to see that a full hour had passed since she left her friend in her compromising position. This task had been tougher on Emi than she thought it would be. First off, what had she been thinking making this an hour-long ordeal? She was half out of her mind with boredom only a few minutes in! She couldn't park close enough to see her friend's gorgeous body close enough to be titillated for long, she couldn't go anywhere to wait it out, at risk of leaving her friend in real danger, and she couldn't even take a nap. This deal sucked. Sure, she had feverishly fingered herself while watching, imagining herself in a compromising situation similar to that of her friend's, but that had only killed like twenty minutes tops. Layla was lit up with the headlights of Emi's car, and instead of turning them off, Emi just stepped out of her car and approached the illuminated nudie. Layla was in a daze, feeling like she was going crazy from being as horny as she was, and how little relief there had been. She had managed to grind herself against the pole a few times to reach a weak but still commendable climax, but nothing enough to satiate her. She hardly registered her friend as Emi made her way behind the pole to undo her bindings. "Have a good time?" Emi playfully teased as she removed the ball gag. "Sh-Shut up," was all Layla could pant out, as she leaned heavily on the shoulder of her roommate. "W-were are my clothes at? I-I want to get dressed and go home." "Oh, about that..." Emi feigned sheepishness as she walked her butt-naked friend back to the car, making sure to keep a hand around the girl's hip, gripping the exposed flesh. "I kinda lost your clothes while driving around. Had the window down and they just flew right on out!" She lied. Layla pulled herself off the girl's shoulder and stared, nervously into her eyes. "So..I have to go back home naked? Again?!" She practically screamed. With a smug look on her face, and a wag of her finger, Emi reached into the car and pulled out what looked like a leather dress. "Now, I would never leave my bestie hanging. I made sure to bring you a bit of back up clothing in case things went wrong." Layla greedily grabbed at it, and began to work the fabric over herself. She took no time to consider the dress, or how it was designed before straining to squeeze it on. She soon began to wish she had, however, when she noticed that this dress, if one could even call it that, did not cover anything that mattered. It had a window where her boobs were, fully exposing her tits to the world and cupping them in a way they looked slightly bigger than normal. The hem of the dress rode so high, that the bulk of Layla's ample ass was on display, and her womanhood was bared to anyone who would give her a passing glance. Realizing this, and that there was no way to make this dress work in a way where she was covered, she turned to glare at Emi. "You...What kind of dress did you get me to wear." She nearly growled out. "Oh you know...just a bit of fetish wear. Figured it would be a perfect capstone for the night, and at least it covers some skin! Now when we ride back you will look far more convincingly clothed!" Emi replied, batting her eyes innocently. Layla didn't argue, she didn't fight, she just let her blushing face do all the talking as she climbed back into the car. Emi just smiled as she took the wheel. Tonight had gone well, but for some nagging reason, Emi couldn't shake that it just... wasn't enough. Then it hit her. "You know, Lay, neither of us have really had a bite to eat tonight, and I am oh so hungry. You cool if we stop and grab some drive-thru on the way home?" Emi asked, with a snap of her fingers to get Layla's attention. "Sure, I could eat," Layla replied timidly, not paying much mind what had been asked of her. She would soon regret that, as well as regret not paying attention to the evil smirk on her roommate's face as she put the car into drive. ***** It was 1 AM when Emi's car pulled into the parking lot of a still-open burger joint. The Burger Den was a small 24-hour place that was popular with the college crowd he needed late-night munchies, truckers who were on the highway for ungodly hours, and folks who were either getting off work late or going in super early. The skeleton crew that ran the place were laboring away in the kitchen and cleaning booths and tables off, when Emi pulled her car into a complete stop in one of the few parking spots situated within a direct line of sight to the entirety of the shop. There weren't many people inside, just the four employees, a table full of college students, and one very tired-looking middle-aged female nurse. They all seemed to be oblivious to the practically naked woman who was ducking down into the floorboard of the car whose headlights were now flooding the dining room. "Ok Lay, I want a deluxe cheeseburger, large fry, and a diet soda. I don't care which," Emi ordered, nonchalantly. "W-w-what do you mean?! Emi, I'm NAKED!!" "Only a little bit. 'Sides there's barely anyone in there," Emi squinted her eyes as she started to count the people, "Yeah there's only like ten people in there. You could totally run in grab our food and be out in like, five minutes." Layla could feel herself tear up. She could tell Emi was serious, and that there was no use arguing. Didn't stop her from trying. "P-please, Emi, can we just- Can we just go home? I don't think I want people to see me like this!" "You don't think?" Emi turned towards her friend, and leaned in. Her hand darted out and down, between Layla's crotch, and at the touch the Latina quivered. Emi pulled her hand back after a few seconds, revealing it was covered in her friend's juices. "I dunno seems like you kinda do want some people to see you. People you will never see again even. People who don't even know who you are." "Fuck! FINE," Layla pouted, as she grabbed the handle to the car door. "But you have to promise me we are even." Emi shot her a thumbs up and tossed her a credit card. ***** The college kids noticed her first. Which was a problem for Layla, because they were so loud that the whole of the dining room had its eyes on her as she pulled the door open. It was hard to manipulate with out fully using either of her hands, but both were currently preoccupied with covering her breasts and pulling the hem of the "dress" just low enough to cover her mound. The teens were hooting and hollering at the sight of her, and a couple were whipping out phones to snap photos of her. Layla was surprised to see that, upon getting a better look at them, the group was made up entirely of girls. The nurse had a much colder reaction, looking more upset and disgusted than anything else. The cashier immediately called out to the back, and a trio of young men popped out wearing greasy uniforms and aprons. Layla could feel her legs begin to buckle, and her eyes started to sting with tears once again. Worst of all, she could feel a fire within her pussy begin to burn. She wanted so fucking badly to tend to that fire, but she needed to get out of here to do that. Instead of turning and running, the sane choice given the circumstance, she unevenly waddled towards the counter. She bent down just enough that she could drop the credit card, that she had been holding between her teeth, in front of the cashier. "Can I get two cheese burgers, a large fry, a large diet soda and a bunch of napkins, please?" She asked, trying to not think of her exposed rear and the appraisal the other customers were giving it. The cashier, a young woman herself, wore a look of pity as she addressed the reluctant exhibitionist. "Are you okay? Do you, like, need some help?" She then turned to look at her coworkers and motioned towards one, a large well defined man whose eyes had been drinking the sight of Layla in ever since she crossed the threshold of the door. "Damien, call 911. I think this girl might be in trouble." Layla panicked and threw her hands up, waving them aggressively, as she practically screamed, "No no no no! Please don't call the cops!! This is just a stupid dare! Can I please just have my order so I can go!" All four employees got a good look at Layla's bouncing bare breasts and noticeably slick and puffy pussy lips. She saw two of the men give each other a fist bump without breaking their unwavering stares at her body. Realizing her mistake, she covered back up and dropped to a squat. "Please can I just grab the food and go!" Layla pleaded one last time.The cashier didn't say anything but shrugged and began to process the order. Once the receipt was ready she dangled it over the edge for the still crouching Layla to grab. As Layla squatted there, on the opposite side of the counter, she could see that the college girls had gotten much closer than where there table was situated. In fact, they had gathered around Layla and were only a few feet away from her. One of the college girls, a short red head with curly hair and a face five times as freckled as the Latina's own, approached her. "Hey, Miss, do you mind if me and my friends take some pictures with you?" "I really don't w-," before she could fully reply, the redhead was also squatting, but in front of Layla, with her back to the nude girl. The flash of a phones camera went off, and she knew it was already to late, the girl had taken a photo with her. "Here, let's get you out from down there!" The girl said as she placed her hand on Layla's arm. "N-no wa-," She was again cut off, this time by the short redhead suddenly yanking Layla to her feet. Before she had time to react the redhead hand looped her own arm around Layla's, pulling it away from her breasts. As if on cue, another girl from the group, one who was a bit taller than Layla herself and had long silky black hair, stepped up and mirrored her friend with Layla's other arm. Now, with a girl on each side holding one of her arms, Layla stood exposed minus the bits of latex that made up the rest of her dress. They took another picture. Once that picture was taken, both girls let go of her arms, but not before each grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks. Layla let out a noise she had never heard herself make before, a cross between a pained yelp and a lustful moan. These girls were sending her over the edge, and she could feel the fire below blaze hotter than it ever had. "Oh no, I think our new friend here is being hurt by this weird zipper on her dress! Lets help her out girls!" The red head suddenly proclaimed, as her fingers trailed up the back of Layla's outfit. Suddenly the remaining two girls rushed towards Layla, and in a swift motion they yanked the zipper down and the fetish outfit off of her. She now stood, as the girls backed away to examine her, fully nude in the middle of the restaurant. The black haired girl threw the outfit over her shoulder, as the group rushed back in on Layla, squeezing in tight as they all took a group photo with the blushing, teary eyed, Latina. Behind them, the cashier loudly cleared her throat, catching the group off guard long enough for Layla to break away. The cashier was holding a brown paper bag, and an empty cup. "Order is ready, napkins and drinks are over there, have a nice night and try to get out of here quick because I think that lady in the back called the cops." She said as she pointed to the other end of the dining room where the nurse was casting an evil scowl towards Layla. Layla scrambled over towards the soda machine, and hastily filled up the cup. Then she grabbed a fistful of napkins to throw in the bag, all the while grabbing more that she tried to hold towards her body like a makeshift dress. It didn't cover much, and it looked pretty bad, but the sweat and other fluids coating her bare bits helped keep the napkins sort of in place as she dashed out the door and back into Emi's car. Panting, dazed, and utterly humiliated, Layla barely thought about the fact that Emi was two knuckles deep in her own bare womanhood. She just handed her friend the bag, and greedily devoured her own burger. ***** The ride back home was quiet. Too quiet for Emi's liking. Layla hadn't said anything to her while they made their way back to the apartment, and she was getting worried that maybe this was the straw that broke the camel's back. These two little tasks Emi had put the girl up to were pretty extreme, she recognized that, but she was only set them up to help her friend explore a fetish she knew the Latina was into. Emi had found out, months back, that Layla had been fantasizing about exhibitionism-related fun for a while, and as her best friend, had decided to help her dive into it. It did not hurt that Layla had a hot body and that Emi was into setting her up. Now though, in the quiet hours of the night, as the two rode in silence, Emi worried that she had ruined everything. Layla was turned away from her, staring out the window, fogging the window up with quiet sobs. Quiet, breathy sobs. Quiet, breathy, shuddering sobs. Emi now noticed that Layla had actually turned most of her body away from her and that her hands seemed to be tucked into her lap. "GIRL! NO GETTING OFF ON MY CAR SEATS!" Emi shrieked as she pulled the car on the side of the empty road. It was too late though, as her calling Layla out was the catalyst needed to set the girl off. She came like fireworks all over the passenger's side seat and dashboard. While panting, Layla turned towards Emi, and smiled. "Thanks for tonight. Sorry 'bout your car." Emi just grimaced, as she surveyed how much cleaning she would need to do. This was clearly her being hoisted by her own petard, but she did not want to admit that defeat just yet. That's when she was struck with a bolt of inspiration. "Hey no worries, I'll just have you pay me back for the cleaning." "Sound's fair," came the sleepy reply of Layla, who began to nod off, not realizing what she just agreed to.