Go with them to your room

"You guys can come to my room, but I can carry my own things."

"We insist."

"It's no trouble."

They grab your things, and head off without giving you time to do it on your own. The three of you head to your room, Arriving just as a brunette unlocks it. She must be your roommate, and judging by the name on the door, she's Anastasia.

"Oh, you must be Eliza! Are these two friends of yours?" she asks, looking them up and down. "I'm Anastasia." she pronounces it Anastah-zee-ah.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." one says.

"It's always nice to meet a beautiful lady." the other adds, as they carry your things through the door, and then help her with her bags. You feel yourself frown, annoyed for some reason. You stand out of the way as they help her make the beds and push them together, trying to focus on putting your clothes into one of the dressers, and not staring at the three of them getting along.

With their help, she finishes the room before too long, and the whole thing is purple, and smells like lavender from the little vases she's placed here and there. You're beginning to hate purple.

You've been trying to not be finished for a while now, and when you look up, you see that she's sitting with them on the bed. Are you jealous? Is that what you're feeling, like she should step off so that they'll pay attention to you again? Or are you pissed at them for making you think they were different, and that they weren't the type to just stare at your chest. A strange thought occurs to you, that there are two of you and two of them, but you chide yourself for even considering that.