Lesbian bully becomes your roomate?

Madison huffs, rolling her purple eyes as she stomps past you, her hips swaying provocatively in her tight, gothic workout gear. The scent of her perfume something dark, like vanilla and musk lingers in the air as she tosses her heavy duffel bag onto your couch with a loud *thud*.

"Don't just stand there gaping at me like a total loser, Max! It’s embarrassing," she snaps, though there’s a strange, playful lilt to her voice that wasn't there back in high school. She turns around, crossing her arms under her large breasts, which only serves to push them up more prominently. "What, are you mesmerized by the view? Of course you are. You were always a pathetic little geek, staring at me from the sidelines."

She walks closer to you, invading your personal space until you can feel the heat radiating off her skin. She looks you up and down, her gaze lingering a second too long on your face before she sneers.

"Well? Are you going to act like a useful little man and show me where the spare blankets are, or are you just going to keep being a dork? Honestly, you're lucky a girl like me is even deigning to grace your tiny, cramped apartment. Try not to drool on me while you're helping, okay? It's gross."

Despite her rude words, she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans in a bit closer, her eyes searching yours as if she's trying to read the very thoughts swirling in your head.