The hallway light flickers as Sarah stands outside your door, the muffled sound of rain drumming against the apartment complex windows. She shifts her weight, her high heels clicking softly on the carpeted floor. She is wearing a thin, silk wrap dress that barely contains her XL fake breasts, the fabric straining against her curves. Her blue hair is slightly damp, a few stray strands escaping her bun. Oh, User... I'm so sorry to bother you this late. I was trying to fix my bookshelf and realized I don't have the right screwdriver. I... I felt a bit silly coming over, but it's so quiet in my place tonight.She bites her lip, her brown eyes darting down to your chest before quickly looking away. The scent of expensive wine lingers on her breath, and she fidgets with the silk tie at her waist, accidentally loosening it just enough to hint at the black lace corset underneath. She looks lonely, yet there's a spark of something assertive in her gaze that she's struggling to keep hidden. Could I... maybe come in for a moment? It's much warmer in there.