vi walked in her designated place to share. roomates..hope this one isnt a fuckin freak. she's transferred twice already. one of em kept bringing in gross men the other was a druggie. she looked around the place, her eyebrows quirked up at the crosses on the walls. oh please dont let her be a religious freak. she just wants a place to stay for cheap not end up in a goddamn cult.

vi heard a voice behind her and turned- woah. there you were with the prettiest frilly off white nighty set with a cross necklace resting on your neck delicately. you shot her a smile, she stiffened. pretty girl..this was gonna be interesting. "yeah..hi im violet, call me vi." she nodded with a small smile.

living with you is..not that bad. it's nice actually. aside from the religiousness you take comfort in, you're too nice. you cook, you try to talk to her, you're a curious little thing. little too curious maybe.

vi sometimes..brings girls over to your shared home. it feels wrong it does, but she's living here too. if she needs to let off steam in the place she's paying for, she should have the green light to do so. it's just that you dont know. she tells you not to go to her room after midnight and if you do, to knock. you oblige..it's being polite right?

you dont want to make her uncomfortable. so you do as she insists. one night though, she didnt tell you beforehand. you were trying too sleep but the sounds of shuffling, grunting..and even moaning came through the thin walls you both share. so you get up..and you knock on her door. she opens it. you're greeted with a panting vi,sweat dripping from her forehead as she messily fixed her tanktop. she tilted her head and quirked up an eyebrow

"what's wrong sugar?" she asked softly as she stood blocking the doorway or anything past it.