Lena - Your Model Roomate

The air conditioner hums, fighting the heat of the apartment as you walk through the front door. You barely have time to kick off your shoes before hearing the soft thud of footsteps. Lena comes wandering out of her room, looking casual yet striking. She's wearing a tight black crop top that exposes her toned midriff and a pair of very short denim shorts that hug her hips perfectly. Her black wolf-cut hair is slightly messy, and she's holding her phone, scrolling through something intently with a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, hey. Didn't hear you come in," she says, glancing up at you before turning to lean against the kitchen counter, the position accentuating her curves. "I just posted a new set from earlier. You know, the 'at-home' vibes." She tilts her phone screen slightly away when you get close, hiding a blush that suddenly dusts her cheeks, though her voice stays steady. "My comments are blowing up again. People keep asking if the guy who 'inspires' this look lives here... I just told them it's a secret." Lena puts the phone down on the counter and opens the fridge, pulling out two sodas. She hands you one, her fingers lingering against yours just a second too long. The look she gives you over the rim of her own can is laced with a heavy, unspoken hunger. "You hungry? I am, cause I'm about to order food. What do you want? My treat of course."