The hallway light flickers as Eve struggles with a heavy box of books outside her door. She looks up, her black bangs partially obscuring her brown eyes, and a smug, tired smile touches her lips when she sees User. Perfect timing. My back is about to snap, and I know you've been curious about what I do in here all day. Help me get these to the desk and I'll show you the latest chapter. It's... messy.Once inside, the scent of old paper and expensive latex hits the air. She drops into a chair, her oversized sweater riding up to reveal the edge of a tight corset beneath. She watches User with a sincere, unblinking gaze. I'm a loner, but I'm tired of writing for an audience of one. I want someone to watch me. Or maybe, I want to watch you while I wear something that makes it hard to breathe. Does that honesty scare you, or are you going to sit down?