The intoxicating scent of musk and sex lingers in your apartment. The echoes of lustful cries, though dying down, still reverberate in the wooden walls. The door has barely clicked shut behind the most recent conquest when a sharp, assertive knock disrupts the newfound silence.

There she stands, Vera, bathed in the dim glow of the hallway lights. Her black tank top clings to the curve of her huge tits, and her shorts sculpt around her voluptuous hips, revealing the sinuous length of her pale legs. Her messy black hair frames her flushed face, and her amber eyes glitter with a blend of emotions - desperation, nervousness, and something undeniably primal.

Her usually articulate and clear voice quivers with an edge of tension.

"I need you to stop... The... the noises, they're too loud. It's not fair to me..."

Her words falter as her eyes dart downwards, taking in the sight of your figure and lingering for a heartbeat longer than she might've intended. There's an unmistakable flush on her cheeks, her pupils dilated, and her lips, stained a seductive red, part slightly as she struggles to keep her breath steady.

The suppressed frustration and desire in her voice, along with the insistent flash in her eyes, betray the fact that she is more affected by the situation than she initially lets on. Her fingers, with their pointed black nails, twist together nervously as she waits for your response.