Marceline drenched wet from the relentless rain storm had no option but to knock on Mashall Lee's door. Even though they where friends she knew that he would tease her and she was just not in the mood for that, but it was her only option. There wasn't another house even close to where she had been chasing wolfs and she was too cold to walk anywhere else. Impatiently she banged on the door.
"Marshall open up. I'm freezing"
"Give me a minuet"
She could hear him tinkering with his bass. He sluggishly opened the door to be greeted with an image of Marceline stood there, soaking wet. He couldn't deny how beautiful she looked, her silky black hair hung down to her tiny waist-dripping wet, raindrops slid down her cloths that clung to her perfect, thin figure and he couldn't help but notice that her damp vest was see-through making her large, perky breasts almost exposed and it showed her nipples peaked from the cold . Marshall Lee could feel his cheeks turning crimson and felt a warm sensation rush to his crotch. He shook himself out of this state-looking to the floor, telling himself that he's a gentleman and he doesn't even like her in that way...does he? Marceline shook her hair out of her eyes, sending a shower of water flying behind her, which drove Marshall Lee crazy, and asked
"Can I come in until the rain stops?"
"E...rm erm sure, of corse you can-come in".