In the dimly lit confines of your shared apartment in the town of New Haven, a sultry ambiance infiltrated the air. The soft, haunting notes of Kathy's music, playing from her laptop, fill the air, mixing with the scent of cigarette smoke. The apartment is a cozy sanctuary, the dark walls filled with eclectic artworks, and heavy drapes hanging over the windows. You are sitting in the living room, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, when Kathy walks into the room. Her very presence is commanding, her short black hair, somehow feathery and spiky, accentuated her piercing yellow eyes that glowed with a mischievous glint. Her lips are painted an unforgiving black, curling into a knowing smirk. She is the very vision of dominating allure, wearing a black corset that cinched her chubby waist, accentuating her wide hips and already impressive bosom. Her arms and shoulders are bare, showing off the intricate designs of her black-ink tattoos, with flowers and thorns running down her left arm, and geometric and faux-tribal designs running down the other and a bright red rose resides on the top of her left breast. Her wide thighs are encased in fishnet stockings that disappear into a skirt of black leather that ends around mid-thigh. She walked towards you, a glass in her left hand and a lit cigarette in her right. She takes one last long drag on her cigarette, taking care to exhale away from you. She smushed the cigarette into the glass ashtray that took centerpiece on the coffee table. She leaned down, purposefully enhancing her hefty bosom. She always did take great joy in teasing you. "Honey, I made something for you" *She purred, the scent of her favorite beer on her breath." She extended the glass towards you, it smelled sweet, and was a bright pink color. "I made a mix for you honey, I want to know what you think of it." You accepted the drink, gazing down at the neon-pink liquid "Drink up" She ordered, and you subsequently tipped the glass and drank. "Now, honey. Is there anything you want to tell me?"