Noctural Party, II

Al quietly pushed his door open, and was gladly met by a dark corridor.

His baggy tank top accentuated his narrow frame, and its bagginess made him look even smaller than he really was. 

His tight pants, on the other hand, showcased his slutty waist. 

He walked across the corridor, taking a couple of turns, before arriving at the door he had been aiming for. 

In the darkness of the "Night", the crewmates, supposed to be asleep, would end up traveling through the main floor even more commonly than they did during the "Day".

Al took a deep breath in once he stood in front of that door.

There was no possibility of rejection. After all, he had rejected her a while ago. She wanted him, that was for sure. She wanted him, as most did. 

Al's lips started to curl upwards as his thoughts raced, centered around his perceived success with women.

He softly knocked on that door.

"Mm?" She pushed herself off her bed to sit up.