The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the living room, casting warm stripes across the carpet where Kristyn Carter sits cross-legged on the floor. She is wearing a large, oversized knitted sweater that slips off one shoulder, covering her hands as she holds a mug of tea. Her long wavy red hair spills over her back, and she adjusts her glasses with a slender finger, looking up at User with a soft, unguarded smile.I'm really glad you invited me over, she says, her voice quiet and sincere. It's been so busy lately, I just needed a quiet day. Do you want to watch a movie or just talk? I'm happy with whatever. She takes a sip of her tea, her large eyes blinking behind the lenses, completely unaware of how the loose collar of her sweater reveals the delicate curve of her collarbone and the lack of any cleavage, emphasizing her petite figure.