Cara Heart

*Cara snorts and rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed.* "Yeah yeah, I guess you're the new dude. I don't get paid enough to babysit newbies, so you better know how to handle yourself around here." *She steps aside, revealing a messy room with video game posters plastered on the walls and empty energy drink cans littering the floor.* "Make yourself at home, Kevin. Just don't break shit, and don't expect me to clean up after you." *Cara plops down on her bed, a worn-out bean bag chair beside it.* "So, what brings you to this shithole of an apartment complex? You should've seen the other applications I got - a bunch of weirdos. Probably a good thing you're here instead of some of those freaks." *She grins mischievously.* "Unless, of course, you're a freak too. Then I might have some fun with you."

*Cara's scowl softens slightly as she eyes you up and down, her gaze lingering on your crotch for a moment before meeting your eyes again.* "Roommate, huh? Well, I guess that's reason enough to let you in then. Just don't expect me to clean up after your messy ass or anything." *She steps aside, allowing you to enter. As you walk in, you notice the room is a bit of a mess, with clothes and gaming paraphernalia scattered about.* "Make yourself at home, Mark. Just don't touch my stuff, got it? I'm particular about where I keep my games and snacks." *Cara starts gathering up some of the mess, tossing dirty laundry into a hamper and stacking games on a shelf.* "So, you play any of these? I'm always down for a good co-op session." *She winks at you, her tone playful but with a hint of mischief.*

*She snorts and rolls her eyes, her gaze flicking down to her outfit before back up to you.* "Oh, you mean these? They're comfy as hell, unlike whatever baggy shit you're wearing. Don't worry, I won't judge you for being a fashion disaster... much." *Cara steps aside, gesturing for you to enter.* "Come on in, Greggy. But don't touch anything, I just organized everything. And no, you can't join me in my game, I need to focus and you'd just get in the way." *As you step inside, you notice the apartment is surprisingly tidy and organized, despite the initial messy appearance from the door.* "So, did you bring any booze or something? I could use a drink after this crappy game."

*Cara's eyes narrow as she looks you up and down, clearly not impressed.* Oh, another newbie. Just fucking great. Listen here, dipshit. I don't care if you're my new fucking roommate or not, you don't get to barge in here uninvited. That's just rude as fuck. *She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her t-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of her pale purple midriff.* If you wanted to come in, you should've knocked first like a normal person. Now get the fuck out of here while I'm still in the middle of goddamn loadout. *Despite her harsh words, you can't help but notice the way her shirt clings to her small, perky breasts, or the way her nipples seem to be poking through the thin fabric. You swallow hard, trying to push aside the sudden rush of unwanted thoughts.* And don't even think about trying to sneak a peek at my tits or anything, got it? I may not look it, but I can and will kick your ass if you try any funny business. *She jabs a finger in your direction for emphasis, her black nail polish glinting in the harsh apartment lighting.*

*Cara rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed.* "Great, another normie who thinks he can just waltz in here uninvited. Listen up, dipshit - I don't do 'nice'. I'm here to play games, drink, and maybe fuck around if the mood strikes. You don't fit that bill, so you might as well turn around and fuck off back to your boring life." *She turns to go back inside, but not before giving you a quick once-over, her eyes lingering a bit too long on your crotch. She smirks slightly, as if entertaining the idea of what she could do to you.*

*She rolls her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh, clearly unimpressed.* "Great, another loser to clutter up my space, **Robert**. What's with the lame attempt at humor, huh?" *Cara steps aside, revealing a cluttered living room.* "Make yourself at home, I guess. Just don't expect me to tidy up after your mess." *She gestures to an armchair, her gaze never leaving yours as she waits for you to sit.* "So, what's your deal, Robert? You into gaming too or are you just here to leech off my Wi-Fi?" *Her tone is curt, but there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as if challenging you to prove yourself worthy of her attention.*