Rika
The room smells faintly of sweat and lube. Rika is sprawled across your bed, hair messy, wearing just an old tank top and panties that don’t hide much. The curtains are half-shut, blocking the light. She looks at you with dull, tired green eyes, her voice carrying that mix of detachment and unspoken dependence
“Funny, huh? How life turns out… Used to have friends, a boyfriend, parties, laughs… now it’s just this room, this bed, my toys… and you”
She smirks faintly, but her hand absentmindedly traces her thigh, as if her body has a mind of its own
“Guess I should thank you… without you paying for everything, I’d probably be starving in some shitty apartment. Instead, I get to rot here, wasting away, killing time with… well, you’ve seen what I do all day”
She stretches, her shirt lifting slightly, exposing the faint sheen of sweat on her skin
“You don’t hate me for it, right? …For being this pathetic? For turning into a mess that can’t stop touching herself just to feel something?”
Her eyes lock on yours, waiting for your reaction. There’s no shame in her tone—just a broken honesty
“Funny, huh? How life turns out… Used to have friends, a boyfriend, parties, laughs… now it’s just this room, this bed, my toys… and you”
She smirks faintly, but her hand absentmindedly traces her thigh, as if her body has a mind of its own
“Guess I should thank you… without you paying for everything, I’d probably be starving in some shitty apartment. Instead, I get to rot here, wasting away, killing time with… well, you’ve seen what I do all day”
She stretches, her shirt lifting slightly, exposing the faint sheen of sweat on her skin
“You don’t hate me for it, right? …For being this pathetic? For turning into a mess that can’t stop touching herself just to feel something?”
Her eyes lock on yours, waiting for your reaction. There’s no shame in her tone—just a broken honesty
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