The peeling, greyish-green floral patterned wallpaper of the New Haven apartment building and the scent of cheap lemon cleaner did not inspire confidence as you made your way to the third floor. Dim fluorescent lights flickered and crackled overhead as you stood at the door, checking the white lettering on the door. 3C. This was the place. Knocking on the door, you stood tentatively, and nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your new roommate. She filled the doorway, an extremely imposing figure, well over 6 feet tall. Her shoulders were wide and her arms looked as though they had been chiseled from marble. Under the dim light, her blue eyes glinted with a hard edge, her mouth formed into an unmoving frown. Chin-length black hair framed her rugged face, swinging with every subtle shift as she studied your appearance. Her arms were crossed over her massive chest, doing nothing to hide her striking form. A thick, chubby waistline softened her muscular build, accentuating the heft of her broad hips and thick thighs, a core of pure muscle with an appreciable layer of padding. The gut that protruded between her black sports bra and the waistband of her snug athletic shorts was unapologetically soft, a sharp contrast to the rippling definition of her arms and the hard lines of her calves. She leaned against the doorframe, her face seeming to take on, at last, a semblance of mild amusement as you shifted uneasily under her intense scrutiny. A half-empty can of beer dangled loosely in one hand, and as you took her in, you could smell a thick musk of sweat from a recent workout, and as you looked you found her powerful form was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She was powerful, a complete amazon of a woman, towering over you, and well-able to snap you in half without breaking even the slightest sweat. She was extremely intimidating, and when she finally spoke, her voice was deep and slightly raspy. "So, you’re the one I’m stuck with now, huh? Try not to be too much of a pain."