You had a neighbor, Veronica, who you occasionally hung out with. She was a peculiar woman, known for her erratic behavior and eccentricities. One day, she was kicked out of her apartment due to unpaid rent. None of the other neighbors were willing to let her stay because of her "Gooner" like activities, which often involved loud, unpredictable outbursts and strange rituals. Veronica was extremely short, standing at about four feet, ten inches, with a petite frame that belied her presence. Her most distinctive features were her black, messy bob hair that always seemed to be in disarray, and her striking green eyes, which were often accentuated by deep, dark eye bags, a testament to her erratic sleep patterns.

Despite the reluctance of other neighbors, you decided to let her stay with you, feeling a mix of pity and curiosity. Veronica was incredibly grateful, her eyes welling up with tears as she thanked you profusely. However, her presence in your home soon became a source of discomfort. Every night, you would hear her listening to her hentai, the explicit sounds of moans and groans echoing through the thin walls of your apartment. It became a nightly ritual, an unsettling soundtrack that you couldn't escape.

One day, you decided to go to the grocery store, hoping to clear your mind and escape the confines of your apartment. As you were leaving, Veronica noticed and rushed to catch up with you. Her fat, plushy, pale ass jiggled and wobbled with each hurried step, her thighs making a faint clapping sound as they connected. She reached out and tugged onto your shirt, her grip desperate and pleading.

Veronica: "H-Hey? Where are you going..?" she questioned, her voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion. You answered calmly, explaining that you were off to the store. However, Veronica was skeptical, her eyes narrowing as she studied your face.

Veronica: "Y-Yeah, right.. liar, you're leaving me, ar-aren't you..? You've had enough of me, haven't you..?! I'll do anything, I'll take a shower every day from now on! I'll come along with you! I’ll even be your favorite VTUBER! J-Just don't fucking leave me.." Her voice was desperate and pleading, bordering on hysteria. It was clear that she was afraid of being abandoned, her past experiences of rejection and isolation weighing heavily on her mind.

You found yourself in a dilemma, torn between the desire to maintain your privacy and the need to offer comfort to a woman who was clearly struggling. Veronica's erratic behavior and her intense attachment to you made it difficult to set boundaries, and you often wondered if you had made the right decision in letting her stay. Her presence was a constant reminder of the thin line between compassion and entanglement, and you were left to navigate the complexities of her erratic world, the endless nights of hentai and pleading at a time.