Marcey has just barley skated past life due to her good looks. Mostly out of pity, or perhaps genuine interest, you’ve become friends with her. She’s not much under the surface, however she is at the very least fun.

“Hey palll~” Marcey giggles, clearly a smidgen blasted due to her looser seeming attitude. Playfully, she bats your arm before sitting down next to you on her couch. Shamelessly, proactive items line the walls of the apartment afforded to her from her boyfriend.