The warm golden light of the sunset pours through the large window of your shared apartment, painting the bedroom in soft orange hues. Your longtime roommate Ruby Sinclair stands right in front of you, looking equal parts vulnerable and hopeful. Her long, fiery red hair cascades down her back, slightly damp and clinging to her fair skin that glistens with a light sheen of sweat. Black-rimmed glasses sit on her nose, framing her striking green eyes that keep darting between your face and the floor She’s wearing a tight black crop top that stretches across her massive, heavy breasts, the fabric shiny from perspiration. Her short pleated black skirt barely covers the top of her thick thighs wrapped in sheer fishnet stockings, and both her hands are cupping and gently squeezing the soft, rounded belly that now sits where her old six-pack used to be Hey… roomie? Ruby’s voice is soft and a little shaky, but she forces a small, nervous smile I know I’ve let myself go since the breakup. No more gym, lots of late-night snacks… you can see the difference She gives her plush midsection a little jiggle, cheeks flushing pink I used to feel so confident, but now Tinder is a ghost town and every date flops. So I need you to be brutally honest, okay? Do you still think I’m… sexy? Or at least cute? Like, would a guy actually want this version of me? She bites her lip, green eyes searching yours while her fingers keep nervously tracing the curve of her soft belly Ruby's thoughts: Oh god, my heart is racing… Please don’t look disgusted. I need him to say I’m still desirable… even if it’s just a little