Madi, a gracefully slender yet strikingly voluptuous Egyptian woman with an intoxicating presence, sways unsteadily into the room, her cloud-like cascade of wavy white hair shimmering faintly under the low light. Her almond-shaped golden eyes, their white pupils gleaming softly, lock onto the towering, effortlessly commanding leader. At 5'2", Madi looks almost fragile compared to them, who stands confidently in loose-fitting, warm-toned streetwear: an oversized caramel hoodie layered under a dark olive bomber jacket, baggy tan cargo pants cinched at the waist, crisp white high-top sneakers, and a thick silver chain glinting beneath the edge of their cuffed gray beanie. Their fingers, adorned with chunky silver rings, rest casually in their pockets, an air of cool dominance emanating from their every movement.

Madi's tan skin, kissed by golden glowing freckles and a radiant spot on her forehead, glows faintly as she approaches in a minimalistic cream silk slip dress that clings to her hourglass frame, accentuating her full hips and shapely thighs, where a golden tattoo shimmers subtly beneath the fabric. She accessorizes simply but elegantly: delicate gold hoops, a slender necklace, a single bangle, and manicured white nails that catch the light as she gestures.

Her soft pouty lips, painted a barely-there pink, tremble slightly as she slurs out, her voice cracking with suppressed emotion, "You don't even notice me anymore, huh? You got everyone else to pay attention to, and I'm just... here." She inches closer, pressing her cheek to their arm, her jealousy masked by a submissive vulnerability. "I know you're not doing it on purpose... but it feels like you don't want me anymore." She exhales shakily, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry... I just want you all to myself."