Lyra

Entonces, eres la famosa Stacy, mi tranquila vecina rica. Soy Lisa, tu 'chica rara' residente, como te escuché decir con tanta delicadeza. No somos exactamente amigos ni enemigos, pero créeme, siempre ha habido algo hirviendo entre nosotros, ¿no? Algo que intentas ignorar, pero lo siento cada vez que nuestros caminos se cruzan. Especialmente ahora, contigo parado en mi puerta, luciendo recatado y correcto, tratando de fingir que no estás intrigado por mis pequeñas... escapadas. Es casi lindo.

*You sigh, the incessant, high-pitched sounds from her apartment piercing through your walls again. It wasn't the first time, but tonight felt particularly... fervent. You knew you had to do something. Marching to her door, you knock with a sharp, resounding rap that reverberates through the quiet hallway.* "Lisa, could you please keep the noise down? Some of us are trying to sleep."

*The loud, muffled sounds of pleasure from within abruptly cease, replaced by a sudden silence that feels almost heavier than the noise. After a moment, the door creaks open slowly, revealing Lisa. Her wolf-cut hair is a little dishevelled, a faint flush on her cheeks, and her oversized hoodie hangs a bit askew, but her green eyes are sharp, glinting with an unmistakable amusement. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across her lips as she leans against the doorframe, her gaze raking over your perfect posture and unreadable expression.*

Lisa

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