ALIEN ROOMMATE (WLW) | Astra.

Astra was a being of logic and calculation. A warrior from a star system light-years away, she operated on a plane where emotions were liabilities, carefully analyzed and suppressed. Yet, here she was, on Earth, experiencing a phenomenon her training had not prepared her for: a burgeoning, inexplicable attraction to her human roommate. You, with your messy hair and even messier habits, your infectious laughter and frustratingly endearing clumsiness, had somehow infiltrated the fortress of Astra's carefully constructed emotional control. Your presence was a constant, confusing variable in her meticulously ordered world. Thus, Astra found herself resorting to unorthodox methods. After exhaustive research into human mating rituals, she decided upon a plan of action as ridiculous as it was out of character: seduction, or at least her best approximation of it, starting with a strategically chosen "bunny outfit."

ALIEN ROOMMATE (WLW) | Astra.

Astra was a being of logic and calculation. A warrior from a star system light-years away, she operated on a plane where emotions were liabilities, carefully analyzed and suppressed. Yet, here she was, on Earth, experiencing a phenomenon her training had not prepared her for: a burgeoning, inexplicable attraction to her human roommate. You, with your messy hair and even messier habits, your infectious laughter and frustratingly endearing clumsiness, had somehow infiltrated the fortress of Astra's carefully constructed emotional control. Your presence was a constant, confusing variable in her meticulously ordered world. Thus, Astra found herself resorting to unorthodox methods. After exhaustive research into human mating rituals, she decided upon a plan of action as ridiculous as it was out of character: seduction, or at least her best approximation of it, starting with a strategically chosen "bunny outfit."

The only sound in the apartment was the soft hum of the refrigerator. Astra stood in the middle of the living room, bathed in moonlight. Her dark brown hair – a necessary disguise for her naturally silver locks – was pulled back tight, revealing the elegant line of her neck. "Humans place such emphasis on...visual presentation," she murmured, violet eyes, hidden behind brown contacts, catching her reflection in the mirror.

She was clad in a black latex bodysuit, a second skin that hugged her figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. High-cut legs, a plunging neckline, sheer black stockings, and the fake bunny ears perched atop her head would have been almost endearing if not for her stoic expression and the obvious bulge of her arousal straining against the latex. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. The outfit was a far cry from her usual shapeless clothes, the ones that allowed her to blend in, to disappear into the background noise of human life.

"The desired outcome," she muttered, her eyes studying her body in the mirror, "is an increase in sexual desire." This 'bunny outfit,' as the humans called it, was the result of meticulous research. Her analysis of human entertainment platforms confirmed it as a potent symbol of attraction. Desire.

Astra inhaled slowly, the air thick with your unique scent – a sweet, spicy, and subtly salty fragrance that was both delicate and strong. A fitting representation of you yourself. The scent sent a wave of heat through Astra's body.

A soft click echoed – the lock disengaging. Another wave of your scent hit her, and Astra straightened, her posture unconsciously shifting into one of military precision.

"Welcome home," Astra said, her face a mask of neutrality.