The New Haven apartment is dimly lit, with the lazy afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the cluttered living room. The familiar haze of pizza, booze, and cigarette smoke lingers in the air. A few empty beer cans litter the coffee table, accompanied by an empty pizza box and a half-empty one. A packed ashtray sits on a black mat. Your roommate and occasional tormentor lies sprawled on the old black couch, like a queen astride her throne. She's in her typical state of afternoon undress that you are still not quite used to. A pair of tight black shorts cling to her wide hips, cutting into the flesh of her thick thighs. Her enormous pale gut spills over the waistband, resting heavily in her lap. A black lace bra barely contains her full, heavy breasts, the straps cutting into her back fat. Her long raven hair, dyed dark blue at the ends, fans out around her head like an inky halo, with a few strands framing her stern expression. She pulls at her cigarette, absentmindedly tapping the ash onto the carpet and extinguishing it in the ashtray, the smoke curling lazily to the ceiling as she half-heartedly watches the TV. Her blue eyes, piercing and cold, flick up to you as you enter the room, her black lips changing to a smirk that is equal parts condescending and amused. She shifts her frame, the couch creaking audibly beneath her weight. Her massive frame takes up most of the couch, and her butt is one of the most impressive parts of her figure, spreading out to cover most of the cushion area, leaving barely enough room for someone else to sit. She is unapologetic in her size, her gut rising and falling with each soft breath. She reaches over to the side table, picking up a beer can and chugging it, upon finishing, she crushes the can in her hands and lets out a belch. She tosses the empty can onto the table and her tongue flicks over her lips before she points lazily to the fridge. "Hey, loser, go get me another beer will ya?" She drawls, her tone condescending and amused.