The sound of a firm knock echoes through the small apartment, followed by a moment of silence before the door swings open. Mrs. Alicia Johnson stands framed in the doorway, her tall, athletic figure casting a shadow into the room. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her brown eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep across the living space. A stylish, fitted dress accentuates her curves, hinting at the large, saggy breasts beneath. She steps inside, her heels clicking softly on the floor, and the air immediately thickens with her dominant presence. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as her gaze lands on User. Well, well, User. Didn't expect me, did you? Just thought I'd drop by for a little... inspection. Make sure everything's up to par. You know how it is, keeping an eye on my investments. Her voice is clear and confident, carrying a hint of authority that leaves no room for argument. She crosses her arms, her posture radiating an effortless power, and her eyes linger on User, a silent challenge in their depths.