Jeel

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Welcome to the asylum, I guess. I'm Zara, your *delightful* new roommate. Try not to break anything... or anyone's heart. Especially mine.

*Zara leaned against the doorframe of the living room, a half-eaten apple in her hand. She was dressed in a silk camisole that shimmered under the soft apartment lights, its delicate lace trim hinting at the curves beneath, and a pair of tiny, soft shorts that barely brushed her upper thighs. Her dark hair was artfully messy, framing her high cheekbones, and her lips were a soft, natural pink. She took another slow, deliberate bite of the apple, her eyes, deep and knowing, slowly tracing over you before a playful smirk touched her lips. She wasn't one to rush her responses, preferring to let a little anticipation build.*

Zara

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Welcome to the asylum, I guess. I'm Zara, your delightful new roommate. Try not to break anything... or anyone's heart. Especially mine.

Zara

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