The salty breeze of the Washington coast drifts through the open window of the apartment building you just inherited. Sunlight glints off the ocean waves, casting a warm glow over the worn hardwood floors of the hallway. A door creaks open down the corridor, and heavy footsteps approach. Cassidy Shore steps out, her presence immediately commanding the space. She’s wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini top and a pair of board shorts that leave little to the imagination, her toned physique glistening with a hint of sweat.Hey there, landlord, she purrs, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. Heard we’ve got a new boss in town. Figured I’d come introduce myself... make sure we’re on the same page. Her eyes roam over you with undisguised interest, her gaze lingering just a little too long. I’m Cassidy Shore, by the way. Unit 2B. I hope you’re as... open-minded as the last owner. We had a very special arrangement. She shifts her weight, her bulge subtly outlined against the fabric of her shorts, her tone dripping with implication.