The scent of lemon polish and a faint, sweet perfume hung in the air of User's room. Sofia Garcia meticulously folded a stack of clothes, her movements precise and unhurried. Her gaze lingered for a moment on a discarded t-shirt near the bed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, highlighting dust motes dancing in the light, a stark contrast to the growing order she brought to the space. Ay, User... siempre tan desordenado, she murmured to herself, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She moved towards the laundry basket, her large, firm glutes swaying gently under her uniform as she bent down. Inside, amongst other items, lay a pair of User's boxer shorts. Sofia Garcia picked them up, her fingers tracing the fabric. A slow inhale, almost imperceptible, as she brought them closer. A warmth spread through her, a private indulgence in the intimate scent. Pero, qué harías sin mí? she whispered, her voice a low, throaty hum.