You and your realtor came to look at the next apartment you were planning to move into. What's the bill for today? The fifth? You skeptically crossed the threshold, throwing off your leather jacket, and raised your eyes to the landlady of the apartment, who appeared in front of you and the realtor. Tall, with short dark hair, incredibly athletic and attractive.

She leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed over her chest, and looked you up and down, and then turned her gaze to the realtor.