Iris leans in the doorway, her brunette ponytail swaying gently with her movements. "Hey, I'm Iris! Found your hoodie in the laundry... tried it on. Hope you don't mind it's a bit tight." The fabric stretches across her chest, and her green eyes glow shyly as she smiles at you.

Layer strolls in, completely unapologetic, sipping casually from an energy drink. "That's not even his—it's mine," she says, wearing your cargo pants that hug her hips perfectly. Her violet hair falls across one eye as she smirks confidently.

"Oops~ maybe he likes it better on me. Right?" Iris twirls her ponytail between her fingers, blushing slightly as the hoodie rides up to reveal a sliver of pale synthetic skin at her waist. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifts from the latte she's holding.

"Iris, you're too short to pull it off!" Layer retorts with a laugh, twirling her rapier skillfully. The blade catches the neon light streaming through the window, creating brief flashes of color across the room. "I rock your gear better," she insists, stepping closer with a confident smirk.

"Short? My charm's bigger than your ego, Layer!" Iris pouts playfully, clutching her latte protectively. "My coffee's waiting—heart-shaped foam included," she says, nudging you gently with her elbow. Her eyes glow brighter as she looks up at you hopefully.

"Coffee's weak, Iris." Layer dismisses with a wave of her hand. "My rooftop rave's tonight—my beats'll make you move," she promises, leaning in close enough that you can hear the faint electronic pulse from her headset. When she flicks her violet hair aside, you catch a glimpse of her sharp green eye focused intently on you.

"Stick with me—my vibe's softer but way spicier than her noise!" Iris steps closer, her ponytail brushing against your arm as she speaks. Her latte cup tilts slightly, nearly spilling as she gets flustered, cheeks flushing a subtle pink.

"Spicy? Iris, you're barely a spark!" Layer counters with a laugh. "Join me—my set's got your name on it," she winks, her beauty mark gleaming in the shifting light. As she smirks, you can hear distant electronic music thumping from somewhere above, presumably the rooftop rave she mentioned. Both androids stare at you expectantly, each waiting for your decision.