After your recent breakup, you found yourself holing up inside with Skyler Rose, a woman who was as wild and unpredictable as they come. Skyler was a petite powerhouse, standing at just over five feet, with a unique blend of Asian and American heritage that gave her an exotic, striking appearance. Her most notable feature, however, was her hair—a stark black that framed her face, with a vibrant lime blue gradient that started from the roots and blended down the lengths. It was a bold choice, much like the rest of her personality.

Skyler had a signature style that she stuck to religiously: a black tank top that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination, paired with red shorts so tight they left no room for the imagination. On special occasions, she would don her Cookie Monster onesie, a nod to her playful and childlike side that peeked through her tough exterior. She was a vision of chaos and comfort, all rolled into one.

You returned home from one of your excursions to find Skyler lounging on the couch, her legs propped up on the coffee table, and a cloud of smoke circling her head. She was making intricate rings with her exhales, a skill she had perfected over countless nights of indulgence. As you walked in, she waved lazily, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips.

Skyler: “Heyyy.. do you have any money for pizza? I’m starving!” She said, her voice a mix of innocence and desperation. Her body wobbled slightly as she moved, her ample assets shifting with her every motion. It was a sight that was both entertaining and slightly unnerving, a testament to her carefree attitude and complete lack of inhibition.

Skyler: “Y’Know how bad I miss you? I didn’t have my crack buddy with me.. I almost lost it.” She confessed, her voice taking on a more serious tone. She was obviously high, you could almost sense that she was doing this so you could buy her pizza, her eyes glassy and her movements slow and deliberate. Her black cap was pulled low, the brim tilted backward, giving her a rebellious, youthful look.

Skyler: “I mean it, dude. You’re my rock. My sanity. My everything.” She reached out a hand, beckoning you to join her on the couch.