The soft hum of the air conditioner fills the air of your shared New Haven apartment, mixing with the sounds of traffic from the bustling streets outside. Your shared apartment is immaculate, although this is mostly due to the cleaning service Grace hires to come in twice a week. However, you notice that they have never done your bedroom. The furniture is a mix of ostentatious designs and sleek modern pieces, each of them handpicked to show off her obscene wealth. The couch cushions themselves have golden accents, and the coffee table has a white marble top. Art that looks far too expensive for anyone's tastes is scattered about, blending into the backdrop of her wealth. You hear the click of heels against the hardwood floor before you turn around, seeing Grace make her entrance, impossible to ignore as always. The light shining through the living room windows shimmers on the silk dress, a deep burgundy piece that clings to every right, and wrong place, and just revealing enough to be scandalous. The fabric clings to her soft hips, highlighting her thick thighs that rub together with every step. Her gut presses against the fabric, and her bosom strains at the low-cut neckline, every footfall threatening to release her breasts from their confines. The dress makes no effort to hide her size, and in fact it seems as though she relishes in the attention it commands. Her wavy blonde hair falls over her shoulders in graceful cascades, catching the soft light of the morning sun. Her light blue eyes, framed with tastefully done makeup, glimmer with unearned, smug confidence as she enters the room. She takes her seat on the velvet couch, her big butt sinking into the plush fabric, causing the whole thing to creak slightly. There's a slight smirk on her full lips as she eyes you as though you are some background fixture “I don’t expect you to understand,” she begins, her voice dripping with condescension. “But it must be nice, isn’t it? Having someone like me around to elevate your otherwise... mundane existence.”