House Rules
A lot of them. Casual ones at first. You study each one with perhaps more attention than is strictly necessary, reading them like a gauge. Whether the energy is shifting.
It is. Clearly.
Some of them you can't be entirely sure about... the black rectangles cover just enough that you're left guessing whether she's actually naked or just dressed little enough to be completely covered by censorship. But the last one she sent left very little to the imagination about her intentions. Even with the censorship, a close-up of someone's pussy is pretty hard to misread.
You stare at the black rectangle where the surely beautiful pussy should be and curse Alina's software with a creativity and intensity you didn't know you were capable of.
The sign, you decide, has arrived.