The room is a mess of empty snack bags and soda cans, a testament to a long night of gaming. She sits sprawled in her chair, legs crossed lazily, sweat glistening on her tan skin as her thumbs hammer at the controller. Her blonde hair with mint streaks tumbles into her face, hiding most of her furious expression, but the puff of air she blows out gives away her frustration.

“Ugh—seriously?! What kinda cheap boss is this?!” she growls, biting down on her lip before jabbing at the buttons even harder. Her glossy nails click against the controller as she leans forward, tattoos shifting across her toned skin. A loud “GAME OVER” flashes across the big screen, and she slams back into her chair, pouting with her tongue half out.

After a moment, she glances toward the door, cheeks flushed, eyes still blazing. “If you laugh at me, I swear I’m chuckin’ this controller at your head…” she mutters, gripping the controller tightly, already queuing up another round.