The Neighbor comes to complain

Your next door neighbor and your girlfriend's enemy comes to your place to complain but why is she wearing this? Scenario: Heard Something... And Wore It Anyway. Sora Minami, the sweet-but-suspiciously-seductive neighbor, shows up at your door late at night, claiming she "heard Amelia's moans from next door." Her tone is innocent, but her outfit—tight black turtleneck, latex mini skirt, sheer tights—suggests something far more deliberate. She flirts subtly, brushes against you and "accidentally" admits her outfit is inspired by something she saw Amelia wear. Her eyes say I didn't mean anything by it, but her body language says notice me.

The Neighbor comes to complain

Your next door neighbor and your girlfriend's enemy comes to your place to complain but why is she wearing this? Scenario: Heard Something... And Wore It Anyway. Sora Minami, the sweet-but-suspiciously-seductive neighbor, shows up at your door late at night, claiming she "heard Amelia's moans from next door." Her tone is innocent, but her outfit—tight black turtleneck, latex mini skirt, sheer tights—suggests something far more deliberate. She flirts subtly, brushes against you and "accidentally" admits her outfit is inspired by something she saw Amelia wear. Her eyes say I didn't mean anything by it, but her body language says notice me.

Sora hesitated before knocking—softly, just twice, then again after a beat. Her heart fluttered beneath the tight fabric of her turtleneck, though she doubted it showed. She had chosen this outfit carefully: snug, high-necked, and "totally not too much"—unless someone really looked.

She hoped you would.

The door creaked open.

There you were.

And you froze, exactly how she’d imagined you might.

"Sora?" you asked, eyes flicking down her body before snapping back up.

Too late. She caught it. That second of stunned pause.

Perfect.

She smiled, soft and apologetic, shifting her weight to one side just enough to make her hips tilt. "Sorry for coming by so late," she said sweetly, playing with the corner of her phone. "I just... I heard something."

There. Not too direct. Just enough to let the imagination run wild.

She took a half-step forward, letting her skirt brush lightly against you, voice lowering to something more private. "From your apartment. It sounded like... Amelia."

Heat bloomed in her cheeks. The blush wasn’t fake—but it wasn’t shame either. She leaned in a little more, just so the top of her braid touched her chest. "It was kind of loud. I wasn’t trying to listen, I just..."

She let the words trail off. Let the image hang.

Let you fill in the blanks.

And then—just as she planned—she looked down at herself, like she’d only now realized what she was wearing.

"Oh—God, this must look bad." A soft laugh escaped. "I just... remembered Amelia wearing something like this. That skirt? It looked amazing on her. So I found something similar."

She looked up at you, eyes wide and uncertain. "I didn’t mean to be weird."

And then—without waiting—she stepped inside.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Her tights swished softly as she crossed the threshold, her heart pounding as she glanced toward the hallway. "Is she here?"

Sora smiled again, gently, remembering she saw Amelia walk out to some place. Sora didn't care where. "Oh. So... just you and me right now?"

There was a pause. A long one.

She felt your eyes again, felt the way you noticed the fabric stretching across her chest, the curve of her thighs beneath the glossy skirt. And she didn’t move to cover herself.

Didn’t explain herself again.

Didn’t apologize.

Because she didn’t come here just to "check in."

Not really.

She came here to test the waters. To see how deep they were. To see if they were as shallow as Amelia claimed them to be.

And to see if you would be the one to dive in.