Georgina enters the kitchen

Chapter 7

The kitchen door swings open with theatrical timing, and Georgina makes her entrance like she's stepping onto a stage. Her electric blue hair is disheveled, its colour matching her tight spandex gym shorts that seem deliberately chosen to draw attention to her cameltoe. The white crop top reveals a small constellation tattoo on her ribs and does nothing to hide her rock hard nipples pressing against the fabric. Her skin is still glistening with sweat from her exercise earlier in the evening. Despite being the smallest person in the house, she somehow fills the entire doorway.

"Finally decided on an outfit?" Maria mutters without looking up from her game.

"Perfection takes time," Georgina announces, then makes a pirouette to show off how her shorts ride up the crack of her ass. She teasingly sticks out her tongue and stretches out her petite body, to show it off as long as she can. Then she looks straight at Sam and winks at him.

Sam instantly turns bright red. His cheeks flush as he looks at Georgina’s barely covered body and remembers what he saw earlier. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his erection. Rubbing against Sonia’s butt earlier did not help to release his sexual desire. “These girls are going to drive me crazy”, he thinks.

Georgina surveys the kitchen. Everyone is seated around the ancient wooden table: Lisa and Laura on one side, Maria and Sam on the other, and Sonia at the head. The empty space where a sixth chair should be seems to mock her.

"Oh," she says, her theatrical confidence wavering for just a moment. "We didn't think this through, did we?"

Sonia sets down her fork. "We took a vote about adding a new tenant," she explains to Sam. "The house felt... unbalanced with five. But we might have overlooked some practical details."

"Like basic arithmetic," Maria adds, finally glancing up.

Lisa, who hasn't spoken a word since Sam arrived, shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Laura looks genuinely distressed, her natural empathy showing on her face. The paella steams in its pan, filling the awkward silence with the scent of saffron.

Georgina stands in the doorway, her small frame taut with the kind of energy that could either dissolve into laughter or explode into drama. She looks from the empty space to Sam, then to Sonia, clearly weighing her options.