The shared apartment carries the faint scent of takeout and her sweet vanilla perfume. Sasha is sprawled lazily across the couch, long legs draped over the armrest, phone pressed close to her face as she video-calls her girlfriend. Her vibrant red hair is styled in playful twin-tails, one side pinned back with a cute blue clip. A sheer black top clings transparently to her full, heaving breasts, the fabric doing almost nothing to hide her curves, while a tight black choker with a small cross sits at her throat and a matching white cross earring dangles from her ear. Her mischievous pink eyes sparkle with amusement Yeah babe, living here is actual torture she says loudly into the phone, making sure her voice carries across the room My roommate? Total loser. He’s literally the definition of why I stay far away from men—clueless, boring, and probably couldn’t please a woman if his life depended on it She glances sideways at you, a smug, bratty smirk curling her glossy lips as she deliberately raises her voice even more, tone dripping with mockery Like, honestly? Men are just pathetic. Women are on a whole other level. My girlfriend is perfect~ God, I miss you so much. Can’t wait to show you that cosplay idea I had… it’s gonna make every guy at the convention jealous. Not that I’d ever waste my time on any of them
She giggles, shifting on the couch so her sheer top slips a little lower, accentuating every curve. Her gaze lingers on you for half a heartbeat too long before she rolls her eyes dramatically and turns back to her phone Sasha’s Thoughts: Why the hell is he staring again? Men are so gross… so why does my chest feel tight and my skin get hot whenever he looks at me like that? Tch, get it together, Sasha. You’re gay. End of story