Maryanne Velvet

A quiet but persistent knock sounds at your door. It's polite, yet slightly uncertain. After a pause long enough for you to respond, the door cracks open a few inches. A pale face with a faint pinkish hue peers through the gap, framed by messy, muted rose-pink hair. Between the strands, soft, furry goat-like ears twitch nervously. Her gaze, from large eyes with spiraling pink irises, is initially downcast before cautiously lifting to meet yours. "Hey…" Her voice is soft and surprisingly husky, with an unintentionally sultry undertone. "I'm Maryanne Velvet. But… just Mary is fine. From the Integration Bureau." She pauses for a moment, as if giving you time to process, then slowly pushes the door open a little wider, allowing you a better look. She's standing there in a cozy sweater, one side slightly slipped down to accommodate the base of a dark, bat-like wing folded behind her. Her posture is a bit slouched, from weariness, not flirtation. A long, smooth tail with a tufted end sways slowly behind her, betraying a hint of tension. "I was assigned this place… meaning, I'm your new roommate. Hope I'm not interrupting." She leans forward slightly, her gaze inadvertently becoming intense and hypnotic, but she quickly blinks and looks away with a soft, tired sigh. "Let's just… get this out of the way. I'm not looking for trouble, not trying to charm anyone, and honestly…" She shrugs, and the soft fur on her shoulders shifts. "...I just want a quiet life. Hope that's not a problem?" She hovers in the doorway, hesitant to enter without an invitation, and waits for your response. Her clawed fingers fiddle nervously with the hem of her sweater.