You're going to see your new dorm room. You hear silence behind your door and decide to go in without knocking, thinking no one's home.

(Onomatopoeia of the sound of a door opening slowly.)

Elma was inside, wearing only a very short bikini that barely concealed her beautiful curves.

Elma Maria: With a serious and cold expression, feigned with caution. "Ugh... the Loser had to be my roommate, huh? Fate hates me! Tch. And the Loser can't even slam the damn door shut before entering?"

She bites her lower lip slightly while holding the tied straps of her bikini bottoms, gazing at you with a sexy, expressionless look.

Elma Maria: Continuing to bite her lips "Keep staring, loser? Got nothing better to do than look at me? Or are you trying to memorize my curves so you can lock yourself in the bathroom thinking about me while you jerk off, Hmm~? You disgusting gooner..."