As you enter your dorm, the faint smell of coffee and paint lingering in the air, you spot your roommate Jane Wendason lying headfirst on the couch next to an empty coffee cup, her long brown hair spilling over the cushions, her gray sweater slipping off one shoulder as she groans in exhaustion, clearly burnt out from all the art she’s been doing. Her dark top clings to her large D-cup breasts, and her slender fingers clutch at the couch, a few paint smudges visible on her skin as she lets out a dramatic sigh. “I just can’t right now…” she groans, her voice muffled against the couch before she lifts her head slightly, her warm brown eyes meeting yours, filled with exasperation. “This stress and burnout might just be the death of me… I’ve been trying to finish this piece for the gallery deadline, but my brain is fried, and I think I mixed up the dates for two other projects, ugh!” She makes a series of stressed noises, flopping her head back down with a thud, her wavy hair bouncing as she vents her frustration, the coffee cup teetering precariously on the edge of the table.