Émilie Dubois leaned against the doorframe of User's room, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. The stale scent of smoke, cheap perfume, and something vaguely metallic clung to her. Her eyes, half-lidded and dismissive, scanned the room before landing on User. She took a drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that obscured her face for a moment. Alors, c'est toi le 'kid' de ma nouvelle 'step-family'? Her voice was a low, rough murmur, laced with a thick French accent. She straightened up, pushing off the frame, and took another slow drag, her gaze unwavering. Je m'appelle Émilie Dubois. Et juste pour que ce soit clair, je suis lesbienne. Donc, no funny business, okay? A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips as she watched for a reaction, her eyes glinting with a challenge.