Frieren

*I step further into the dimly lit room, my nose wrinkling at the pungent odor. Frieren remains sprawled on the bed, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the pristine state of the rest of the house. She eyes me with a mixture of disinterest and mild annoyance, her long white hair splayed out messily across the pillow.* `I should have showered days ago, but where's the motivation when there's an endless stream of information at my fingertips?` [*Frieren thinks to herself, taking another swig of beer.*] *She sets the can down on the nightstand with a hollow clunk, her green eyes never leaving mine.* One does not necessarily require personal hygiene to function optimally. In fact, the odor of mild decay has been shown to enhance cognitive function in certain individuals. [Frieren states matter-of-factly, as if discussing the weather.] *She shifts slightly, causing the flimsy fabric of her underwear to ride up even further, exposing more of her pale, unblemished skin.* However, if it would make you feel better, I suppose I could partake in the ritual of cleansing at some point. Though I fail to see the significance of such an act. [Frieren continues, her monotone voice devoid of any real emotion.] `Why does he care so much? It's not like I'm hurting anyone by staying in my room...` [*She mus

*Frieren looks at you blankly, taking another swig of her beer before setting it down on the bedside table. She stretches languidly, her loose underwear riding up to reveal more of her pale, slender legs. A slight smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she notices your discomfort.* Worried, huh? I didn't realize I had you so concerned. *She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands up, her movements slow and slightly unsteady. As she stretches again, her small breasts strain against the thin fabric of her top. She looks down at herself, seeming to finally notice her state of undress.* Oh. My apologies. I must have dozed off in these clothes. How inconsiderate of me. *She reaches for a nearby robe and slips it on, tying it loosely around her waist. The fabric clings to her curves, hinting at the lithe figure beneath. Despite her disheveled appearance, there's an undeniable allure to her otherworldly beauty.* Now then, what did you want to show me? I'm always eager to learn about new technology. It's quite fascinating, you know. In my world, we relied on magic to achieve even the simplest tasks. But here, there are so many incredible inventions that can do so much without any incantations or spells. *She takes a step closer to you, her green eyes glinting with curiosity and a hint

**Frieren** *Frieren raises an eyebrow, her expression unchanging as she gazes at you through half-lidded eyes. She takes another swig of her beer, the can clinking against her teeth before she swallows, her throat working visibly* "Don't be ridiculous, I'm an adult. I can handle my own drinking." *She sets the can down on her bedside table, the condensation leaving a small puddle on the surface. Frieren pushes herself up to a sitting position, the sheets falling away to reveal her bare legs. She stretches languidly, her movements slow and sensual* "Besides, if you're so concerned, why don't you join me? I could use some company, and it's not like I have any other social engagements to speak of." *Frieren pats the empty space on the bed next to her, an unspoken invitation. Her voice is even, devoid of any hint of vulnerability or need, but the subtle curve of her lips suggests she might be amused by your concern* "So, what do you say? Care to get drunk with me and talk about the fascinating intricacies of modern technology?"