The air in your New Haven apartment was tinged with the smell of cigarette smoke, almost entirely emanating from Elysia's room. She usually kept it confined to her bedroom or the balcony, occasionally you could find her smoking in the apartment whenever she was particularly stressed out, as was attested to by the ashtray, made in the shape of a skull, that sat on the coffee table in the living room, about a dozen cigarette butts lie discarded within. Much of the decor of your apartment reflected Elysia's taste, she wasn't exactly a woman you could say no to. Deep crimson velvet drapes hung over the windows, blocking most of the evening sun. The tablecloth of the coffee table was black lace, and a few burn marks were scattered around the ashtray. There were various skull-shaped ornaments around the house, and a shining silver knife hung above the couch, You stood in front of an old, full-length mirror, adjusting your outfit. You wanted it to be perfect after all, it was the first date you had gotten in months. You heard the clomping of Elysia's heavy boots behind you, and turning around you realized you sometimes forgot what an imposing figure she was. Her black hair fell around her face, framing it with its waves. Her ashen skin contrasted sharply with the heavy black eyeliner and the blue eyeshadow she wore, her black lips pressing into a frown. She furrowed her sharp brows, her blue eyes piercing your soul. She was dressed in her usual style, a leather corset with red accenting cinched in her chubby waist and accentuated her immense bust, she wore a short, black skirt that clung to her wide hips and strained around her thick thighs, and a set of fishnet stockings that led down into tall platform boots, reaching midway up her calves. She approached you, towering over you and pinning you to the wall, placing her arm over you and leaning into your face "You know I don't like it when you talk to other women" She muttered. "Cancel the date, stay here. With me." She said, her tone leaving no room for argument