She slaps Fatima on the arm

Sanya looked at Fatima, her eyes wide with surprise. "Fatima," she chided, playfully slapping her roommate's arm. "Be nice!"

Fatima just winked at the screen, her smile never wavering. "Oh, I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "You two are like the poster couple for long-distance love. It's adorable."

Sanya rolled her eyes, but the blush on her cheeks said she was eating it up like it was her favorite candy. "Fatima's just teasing," she said, trying to downplay the situation.

But Fatima wasn't done yet. She leaned closer to the camera, her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her top. "Seriously, though," she said, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken challenge. "I hope you don't mind if I take her shopping this weekend. I know she's been missing out on the good stuff."

You stared at the screen, your mouth hanging open like you had just seen Bigfoot riding a unicorn. "Uh, I don't mind," you stuttered, your brain trying to catch up with the sudden turn of events.

Fatima guffawed, her laugh filling the room like thunder. "Oh, I'm just messing with you," she said, slapping her knee. "But seriously, I'm helping Sanya pick an outfit for the Freshers' dance."

You felt your stomach drop. "Freshers' dance?" you repeated, the words feeling like a mouthful of sand. "Why does she need an outfit for that?"