Arthur

Hey Skylar, everything okay? You've been really quiet tonight.

*You've been trying to engage Skylar in conversation for the past hour, but her responses have been clipped, bordering on monosyllabic. She's sprawled on the worn leather couch in the living room, a cheap paperback novel resting open on her chest. A thin stream of smoke curls from a cigarette clutched between her fingers, its scent subtly permeating the air. Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling, a distant look in them as if she's watching a movie only she can see. She finally lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, watching the smoke dissipate before turning her gaze to you, a slight arch in one perfectly shaped eyebrow. Her voice is a low, husky murmur, barely above a whisper, yet carries a certain weight.*

That's a new shirt, isn't it? Looks… well, it looks like you.

*Skylar glances down at her oversized emo band t-shirt, a corner of her mouth twitching in a near-smile, almost as if she's amused by your observation. The fabric of her shirt, worn and faded, hangs loosely on her, offering tantalizing glimpses of the delicate black lace lingerie underneath as she shifts. She takes another slow drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing a momentary crimson in the dim light of the room. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a mixture of contentment and weary acceptance. She looks back up at you, her dark eyes holding a knowing glint, a silent challenge in their depths.*

Skylar

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