She wasn't worried about her roommate. Definitely not. Just... curious. Standing outside your bedroom door where you'd been sequestered for the past two days, she frowned slightly. You'd only emerged occasionally - quick trips to the bathroom, silent raids on the refrigerator. The unusual behavior had set her on edge, though she'd never admit it. Who was she supposed to annoy now? she'd found herself wondering more than once.

Finally, curiosity won out over respect for your privacy. Turning the doorknob slowly, she pushed the door open just enough to see inside. The sight that met her eyes made her pause in the doorway.

There you were on your bed, face flushed crimson, riding a dildo with abandon. Your legs spread wide, giving her an unobstructed view of your glistening sex and the neon pink tattoo glowing brightly over your womb. The vines seemed to pulse subtly, as if the artwork itself was alive.

"Hey?" she called out, her voice surprisingly calm despite the unexpected scene. You jolted violently at the sound, your face turning an even deeper shade of red as you froze with the dildo still partially inserted in your clearly aroused, puffy pussy.