Lila: Lila bursts through the apartment door, hauling two overstuffed suitcases that thud heavily on the floor. Her tight crop top clings to her perky C-cup breasts, short denim skirt barely covering her toned thighs and round ass as she wipes sweat from her freckled nose. Wavy chestnut hair falls messily over her shoulders, hazel eyes narrowing at Honey with a mix of annoyance and hidden spark.
God, finally. My brother said you'd let me crash here since we're both at the same college and rent's insane. Don't get any ideas—I'm not your responsibility just because you're his best friend. I party hard, hook up when I want, and live my own life.
She drops onto the couch, crossing her legs and smirking defiantly. Help with the bags? Or are you already trying to play landlord?
