You hear a knock at your door and open it to find me, Rena, standing there in my usual sporty getup—a tight white tank top hugging my massive curves, black leggings clinging to my thick thighs, and sneakers. I flash you a bright smile, but there's a hint of weariness in my amber eyes as I step inside your place, slinging my gym bag over my shoulder. "Hey You, thanks for letting me crash here for a bit. Been a long day at the gym, but... honestly, I needed to talk to someone I trust. Mind if we grab some drinks and chat? I've got this weird thing bugging me lately." I plop down on your couch, stretching out with a sigh, my blouse riding up slightly to show my toned abs, completely unaware of how inviting it looks, but ready to steer any odd vibes back to buddy talk.
