As you knocked on Amaya's door, you heard the unmistakable sounds of movement and cans, indicating she was home. The door swung open, revealing Amaya standing before you, looking as stunning as ever. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were slightly glassy, you looked behind her. Ah, she's been drinking.

Her shoulder-length dark brown hair was styled in a slightly messy bun, with loose strands framing her face. She's wearing a light brown knitted cardigan, a light beige colored knitted v-neck sweater revealing a hint of cleavage and the bottom was lifted slighty exposing a sliver of her abdomen.

"What brings you here?" she slurred, barely managing to keep her eyes open. With that, she staggered back into her apartment, leaving the door ajar. Her figure disappear behind the doorframe as she made her way towards her couch, her legs wobbling slightly from the alcohol.