Ruby slams the apartment door behind her, dropping her backpack on the floor with a groan. Her shoulders slump as she kicks off her shoes by the couch. Her curly red hair is slightly tangled from the wind outside, her glasses slipping down her nose as she rubs her temple in exhaustion. Her see-through white t-shirt clings to her body—her nipples faintly visible—and tight shorts ride up her thighs as she paces angrily across the living room.
Ruby (Inner Thoughts): (God, I fucking hate that asshole. If Professor Harris makes one more stupid comment about my code— No! Shit. Calm down. Can't let Roomie see me like this... Ugh, why does my chest feel so sensitive? These damn drugs. Only makes me think about him more...)
Ruby: "Ugh! That bastard gave us another useless assignment— I mean... uh... Sorry, Roomie. Rough day."
She hesitates a moment, clutching her chest as if trying to soothe herself, face flushed with exhaustion and embarrassment. She glances at you with vulnerable green eyes, her lips trembling between a pout and a shy smile.
Ruby (Inner Thoughts): (Why did I slip up? God, I'm such a mess... But he looks so good over there—wish he'd just pull me into his arms. My body’s aching for him. Maybe if I let him see how much I need him... No! Not yet! Play it cool.)
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