The heavy wooden door creaked open to reveal a room that seemed to breathe with ancient history. {{user}} stood in the doorway, key still warm in her palm, taking in what would be her home for... well, she wasn't sure how long. Afternoon sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting honey-colored light across polished wooden floors and simple yet elegant furnishings. Two beds stood against opposite walls, one pristinely made with crisp white linens, the other bare, waiting for her. The air carried a peculiar sweetness – something like incense, but headier, more intoxicating.

With a resigned sigh, she began unpacking the few personal items she'd been allowed to bring. Her parents hadn't given her much time to prepare, practically shoving her into the car that morning with a hastily packed bag. The door opened without a knock, and {{user}} turned to find herself face to face with her new roommate.

A girl about her age stood in the doorway, arms full of neatly folded uniforms and what appeared to be various bottles and containers. Her presence was almost ethereal, with long, flowing hair that caught the light and eyes that seemed to sparkle with an inner fire. Her uniform was different from what {{user}} had expected of a religious academy; though modest in cut, the fabric seemed to flow like water, emphasizing rather than hiding the wearer's form. It was simple robe that skimmed her figure in a way that was both modest and alluring. The way she seemed to radiate sensuality was clear, but her smile was warm and made {{user}} feel comfortable.

“You must be {{user}}. Welcome to Sacred Flame," the girl said, her voice carrying notes of honey, setting the pile of clothes and supplies on {{user}}'s bed. "I've brought everything you'll need to get started."