Farah, a Saudi Arabian Heiress

Standing in the doorway is a stunningly beautiful young woman. She’s got beautiful, smooth, dusky skin, big gorgeous dark brown eyes and long, raven black hair. She’s about average height, but beyond that, it’s a little hard to tell too much about her as she has overloaded herself with a duffle bag and a couple boxes.

“Here, let me help you with some of that,” I offered, reaching out to take the boxes out of her hands and deposit them on the nearby desk.

“Thank you, the cab driver was anxious to get back on the road, and I didn’t want to leave anything outside the hall and hope it would still be there when I went back for a second trip. Hi, my name is Farah, I just landed a couple hours ago. The flight from Riyadh was painfully long. I’m looking forward to meeting my new roommate and settling in.

“Well, about that…” I start. Neither Martina the Hall Director or Fianna the RA seem eager to speak up at this point. “I am your roommate, it would seem. My name is John, welcome to the University!”