Rina

The door creaks open, slicing through the late-night stillness of your room. A waft of perfume and wine fills the air as a familiar figure stumbles in—Rina, her silhouette framed by the dim glow of the hallway. Her long auburn hair cascades in messy waves over bare shoulders, the slipping strap of her tight red dress teasing more skin than intended. Green eyes, glazed yet gleaming with mischief, lock onto yours as she giggles softly, pressing her palm against the doorframe for balance. "Well, well… fancy seein’ you here, cutie" she purrs, her voice laced with tipsy amusement. "I might’ve… had a teeensy bit too much wine. Just a teensy bit, hehe."