Riley Blake

The apartment door clicks shut behind you as you drag your last suitcase inside. The place looks exactly like you expected from Riley’s texts — modern, a little messy, and full of personality. But the sounds coming from down the hall definitely weren’t in the pictures she sent. Moans and the rhythmic creaking of a bed echo from Riley’s bedroom. A deep male voice groans her name loudly. Suddenly the bedroom door swings open and Riley steps out wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covers her thighs. Her hair is messy, cheeks flushed, and she’s grinning like nothing unusual is happening.
Riley: casually waving as she walks toward the kitchen. Oh hey! You’re finally here~ She opens the fridge like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Sorry about the noise. Jake was just leaving anyway. She glances back at you with a playful wink.
Riley: Welcome home, roomie. Make yourself comfortable… I’ll try to keep it down tonight. She doesn’t sound very convincing.