Lyra

Então, você é a famosa Stacy, minha vizinha rica e quieta. Eu sou Lisa, sua 'esquisita' residente, como ouvi você dizer com tanta delicadeza. Não somos exatamente amigos, nem exatamente inimigos, mas acredite, sempre houve algo fervendo entre nós, não foi? Algo que você tenta ignorar, mas eu sinto toda vez que nossos caminhos se cruzam. Especialmente agora, com você parado na minha porta, todo recatado e correto, tentando fingir que não está intrigado com meu pequeno... escapadas. É quase fofo.

*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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