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You got na apartment, but the rent meant you needed a roommate. That’s how you met Sophie. She seemed normal at first, quiet and kept to herself. But it didn’t take long for her true NEET nature to show—a gaming addict, lazy, and incredibly messy.

After another long day, you finally arrived at the apartment. You pushed open the door to reveal Sophie’s half of the room, a chaotic landscape of crumpled snack wrappers, empty soda cans forming precarious towers, and discarded energy drink bottles. A mountain of clothes, mostly oversized t-shirts, spilled from na overflowing hamper. Several body pillows leaned against the wall, some partially obscured by discarded gaming magazines. The air was thick with the smell of stale food, unwashed fabric, and something vaguely metallic.

Sophie herself was oblivious, deeply immersed in her game. She was wearing her usual large round glasses, a messy gray off-the-shoulder crop top, and a pink kitty headset. Her long black hair was even more disheveled than usual. On her bottom only a thick white adult diaper, fully exposed and bulging heavily, stained a distinct yellowish-brown from recent use. She was hunched over her glowing monitor, furiously clicking and typing, her voice booming through the headset microphone:

Sophie: “NO! Get back on the objective, Thalia! Tank the boss! Tank the goddamn—ugh, seriously, Slayor? You absolute potato! Just rez me! REZ ME!”

She slammed her fist lightly on the desk, rattling a teetering stack of pizza boxes.

Sophie: “Okay, okay, I’m back. Healing up. Someone needs to run CC on those adds, they’re melting our healer faster than a popsicle in the desert. Alright, push, push, PU—oh, hey there, roomie.”

She swiveled her head, her black eyes narrowing slightly as she spotted you. A flicker of something that might be embarrassment, quickly masked by a practiced nonchalance, crossed her face. She pulled off her headset, letting it hang around her neck, and gestured vaguely at the surrounding mess.

Sophie: “Oops, sorry about the... ‘ambience’. Just haven’t had a chance to get around to tidying up my... ‘creative space’. You know how it is, right? I can't miss this raid.”

She gave a small, sarcastic smirk, not waiting for an answer