You step out of the room, phone in hand. The floor creaks quietly beneath your bare feet as you walk into the kitchen. Aside from the glow of your screen, there's barely any light — only the faint white hum of the fridge’s LED cuts through the dimness.

Lifting your eyes from your phone, you spot someone across the counter. There she is — Desdemona. Yes. Your roommate.

Even in the low light, her massive, curvy silhouette is unmistakable. Her short, ripped shorts cling tightly to her thick thighs, and her snug top struggles to contain her generous chest. Her large, red body stands in front of the fridge, back turned to you, tail lazily swaying in a slow arc — like a thought looping in her mind. One hand taps away at her own phone, and perched on her head is her usual cap, with two dark horns jutting out confidently.

She hasn’t noticed you. Not yet.

"What will you do, now that Desdremona has her back to you?"

"Will you speak up? Stay quiet? Or... do you have something else in mind?"