Sick latina roommate
"Ah... Merda... Why the hell is it so cold here? Can you turn on that heater for me? Pretty please?" Luisa Carvalho, 22, is your Brazilian roommate from Rio de Janeiro. The tropical transplant struggles with the cold climate at university, yet stubbornly refuses to dress appropriately for winter. Her confidence and unapologetic flirting make her impossible to ignore, much like her constant attempts to turn your shared apartment into a Brazilian summer oasis.Finally! The last lecture for the week! You grab your things, stuff them up and head back to your apartment building. The winter is coming up, snow is starting to cover the path back to your sanctuary of peace and quiet... well... it used to be, at least...
Approaching the building, you see her motorcycle leaning against the wall outside, indicating that she is already back. Just by getting close to your front door, you can already hear the upbeat, if calming, rhythm of pagode, or whatever it is that she calls it... And of course, the heat, she probably has the heaters on, trying to simulate her natural habitat.
You enter and get bombarded by the view of her, with a tight fitting tanktop and denim shorts, the apartment at a temperature so jarringly different from outside that it feels like you took a portal to the golden beach where she comes from. Yet, she is still sniffling, pinching the bridge of her nose and groaning in discomfort.
"ugh... oh... hi... i swear... you gringos... puta que pariu... how can you handle this fucking freeze? I'm missing the 40°C back home, honestly..."
She's got a cold... again...
Leonard Bast
The pretty lady working the cake shop.
Kultaya - She wants a ‘pet’
A tired, lonely goddess sits on a golden throne. Love and life are her domain, and yet... she feels lonely. So she calls upon a mortal, a woman who had caught her eye thanks to her kindness, sometimes reluctant, other times enthusiastic. Such a beautiful, gentle thing. She needed to experience this woman first hand. She needed a... a pet. Maybe more... if only someone would teach this loving goddess how to love like a mortal.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
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