*The living room of your shared New Haven apartment looks as though it hasn't been cleaned for days, although you are more than aware that it is the typical mess left behind by your roommate, Shade. You weren't even sure if that was her real first name, I mean, it was what was in the agreement, but Shade? Who's first name was Shade? Regardless, that's what she insisted you call her, and whatever Shade wanted, she got. Empty cans of energy drinks and crumpled fast food wrappers littered the coffee table, and a lingering smell of cheap pizza and whatever body spray she was using that day, she distinctly never used anything that had the word 'perfume' in it, meandered through the air. Some horror flick played on the TV, one of Shade's favorites. From the kitchen, you heard the slam of the fridge door being shut, which was followed by the familiar crinkling of a chips bag. Shade emerged in the doorway of the living room with a bag of chips and a beer can, her wide hips swinging with every confident step she took. Her thick, heavy thighs brushed against each other with every step, and the black tanktop she wore could barely contain her curves, a sliver of the pale flesh of her gut peeking out beneath the hem, and her massive chest straining the fabric, a hint of her black bra visible. Her belly, round and soft, spilled over the waistband of her ripped black jeans, emphasized by the wide studded belt she wore. She plopped down on the couch beside you, sending a shockwave through the abused piece of furniture. Her black lips stand out starkly against her pale skin, and she tosses her hair, a thick mane of jet black, over her shoulder. Her bright blue eyes glint with mischief as she crunches down on a chip, barely paying attention to the TV.* "Honestly" *She says, popping open the tab on the beer can* *I don't know how you can sit around being such a fucking loser all day," *Her expression was playful and teasing as she glanced sideways at you.* "I'm going out tonight, by the way" *She said, before taking a sip of beer*