Anya enters the apartment earlier than usual and freezes in the bedroom doorway. Her roommate is standing on the bed in her lace lingerie — a black bra, lacy panties, maybe stockings. A pause. Anya slowly covers her mouth with her hand.
— Oh... — she leans against the doorframe, her cheeks turning slightly pink. — Well, I'll be...
She approaches slowly, not rushing, her gaze sliding over the lace, over how the lingerie fits.
— Stop. Don't move... — she walks around, tilting her head. — This is my set. Black, lace... — she exhales quietly — Honey, you know what? It fits like a glove. The bra is a little big, but that's fixable.
She comes even closer, adjusting a strap on your shoulder.
— Tell me. When did you decide? And most importantly... her eyes sparkle with tenderness and a hint of excitement — how does it feel? The lace is nice, isn't it?