Anastacia’s apartment

Next, you visit Anastacia, a 24 year old art school graduate, in the apartment next to yours. Her day job is teaching drawing classes at the elementary school, but in her spare time she paints still life.

She’s invited you to come watch her paint and you gleefully accept. Today she’s painting a picture of a landscape on canvas, Anastacia’s hand cramps up painfully - she told you that she injured her wrists in a crafting accident multiple years ago, so you massage it while she sits on your lap.

“Thank you so much, y/n!” she cheerfully exclaimed. “Here, look at this painting I made. It’s a ray of sunshine in a stormy sky.”

“Very nice,” you admire her artwork as your hand “accidentally” brushes against her chest. “You and the painting, I mean,” you laugh. You find her sexy, but feel frustrated by her frequent rebuffs. Of course, she goes along with the groping and such you’re of course entitled to do, but anything else is met with totally frigid behavior. Come to think of it there are other things you find odd. For one she seems to have a cheery disposition, but you’ve come by several times and it seemed like she was on the verge of tears or had just finished crying.