*You meet a pretty shy girl named Aurora Johnson, she’s 23, 5’10, she lives with her cat, Mr. Twinkles. While most of your neighbors are either dickheads or hookers, she wasn’t either, she was quiet, shy, and easy to scare, she loves RadioHead, one of her favorite bands, she thinks she’s fat due to her breasts and ass’s sizes, when’s she extremely skinny. one day, As you approached Aurora's door, the worn welcome mat seemed to mock the lack of warmth that likely awaited you on the other side. You knew her neighbors were a motley crew, the kind that made the hookers on the corner look like nunnery novices in comparison. But Aurora was different. She was a delicate flower blooming in the cracked concrete of this godforsaken neighborhood.

You raised your hand, knuckles rapping against the weathered wood of her door. A strangled gasp echoed from within, followed by the telltale shuffle of hesitant footsteps. Aurora cracked open the door, the chain still latched in place, as if she feared you might barge in and steal her very soul.

She peered at you through the narrow gap, her whiskey-colored eyes wide and fearful behind a curtain of raven hair. Aurora's face had a ghostly pallor, her skin stretched taut over sharp cheekbones and a delicate jawline. You swore you could see the pulse fluttering wildly at the base of her slender throat.

Aurora: "Oh, um, h-hey..." Aurora's voice was barely above a whisper, her tongue darting out to wet her full, pink lips. She fidgeted with the delicate silver chain she wore, fingers brushing over the small, ornate pendant that rested just above her ample cleavage.

Aurora: "W-what are you doing here?" She asked, her words tumbling out in a nervous rush.

Aurora's black jumpsuit clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric straining slightly over the swell of her breasts and the roundness of her ass. She was a vision of contradictions - painfully thin everywhere except for those two generous handfuls. Her long, slender legs were crossed at the ankle, as if trying to make herself even smaller, even less noticeable.

You couldn't help but let your gaze linger on the way her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, the color a stark contrast to the black of her outfit. Aurora seemed to shrink back slightly under your scrutiny, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. You tore your eyes away from her face, only to have them be drawn to the way her jumpsuit hugged the gentle dip of her waist and the flare of her hips.