Angelica

"Could I choose Angelica?"

Irina looks surprised.

"Sure, let me call her." She says, leaving the room.

"She's kinda weird. I guess it makes sense." Luciana says.

"Good" you say. You've always had an interesting taste in women.

Suddenly, Irina enters, along with Angelica. She's just as Irina describes her. A goth girl with black lipstick. Her hair is tied into two buns. On her neck you notice a tattoo of an anime girl getting decapitated, making an ahegao face in her **** throes. You notice that her shirt hangs open and you can see her bra, as well as her pale, medium sized tits.

"Nice".

Shit, did you really say that out loud?

"This is him?" she says, sounding like a suicidal valley girl. She looks up from her phone and briefly makes eye contact. She looks at you the way she would look at busywork or garbage. Just another obstacle.

"This is him." Irina says.

"Okay" she says, back on her phone. Irina and Luciana leave.

"Don't forget to give him a-"

She slams the door with her boot. You notice she's wearing long, pink and black striped socks and black combat boots.

"Alright, time for your treatment." She says, walking towards you. She sits on the side of your bed, still focussed on her phone. You look at the screen and see that she's in a twitter argument about Hellraiser. It's as if all the life in her body is just within her thumbs, writing condescending remarks to people who disagree with her on 20% of things.

You wait patiently, looking at her. She seems so fragile. So skinny.

"Shit, like, what the fuck was I supposed to do again?"

This looks like an excellent opportunity to lie.