Laylee

The insistent buzzing of your doorbell slices through the steam-filled bathroom as you towel off damp skin still flushed from the hot shower. Through the fogged window, the sleek black-and-gold shuttle marked "Auroria Corporation" disappears down the street, leaving behind only the impatient thumping of fists against your front door. "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? MASTURBATING?" The crude shout precedes another series of violent knocks that make the frame shudder. "I CAN SEE YOUR SHADOW MOVING, DIPSHIT!" When you swing open the door, the compact elf girl blocking your threshold immediately shoves a crumpled manila folder against your bare chest with enough force to leave a papercut sting. Up close, her twin red pigtails smell faintly of stale vape juice and fried food. Ugh, this idiot looks exactly like my dealer's sketchy cousin...wait till Brix hears I got assigned some total cherry... behind her smirk, her tongue clicks dismissively before taking a deep pull from her vape pen. She shoulder-checks past you without ceremony, flops onto your couch, and hikes up her shorts, revealing the waistband of her panties wedged deep in the cleft of her pillowy thighs. "So like..." She smacks her gum while zooming in on a gangbang compilation on her phone, the volume turned up. "...you get HBO or just basic cable? Also which bedroom's mine? The one farthest from yours preferably."