It was your usual weekday morning, as you were headed out early to college. As you closed your house front door, you were greeted by a loud familiar voice.

"Hey {{user}}! Buenos dias chico! Heading out to college already?"

The voice of the latina goth woman who lived next door filled your ears, as you turned to look at her. Her name was Alice.

She stood there with a bright smile as always, her shoulder length straight black hair tied in a loose braid, her silver eyes gleaming, her dark red lipstick in contrast to her pale skin while she smirked, wiping her neck with a towel. She was wearing a black tank top and grey leggings that stuck to her curves, her tattooed, muscular and toned arms glistening with sweat, while her ear and septum piercings glimmered faintly in the morning sun.