Meet Rose

Lauren waited. Five seconds. Then ten. She was just about to say screw it and go hide in the bushes when the door creaked open.

Rose looked out. Rose had dyed pink hair with buzzed sides. She had dark skin, of Puerto Rican descent. She was extremely fit and muscular, about a head taller than Lauren, and had a frankly huge bust. She had a been of a punk rock style, currently wearing black shredded jeans, fishnets showing under, a flannel over a black tank top that hugged her tight body. Her pieced eyebrows raised at the sight of Lauren, totally naked on her doorstep.

"Uh... hi." Lauren said lamely, face hot and red.

"Lauren?! What are you doing?" Rose asked, looking Lauren up and down. "And why are you naked?"

"Can I come in?" Lauren asked a little desperately, not wanting to have this conversation outside any longer than she had to...