It's a hot summer afternoon. You push open the front door after a long day at college, backpack slung over your shoulder. The house is quiet except for the faint splash from the backyard pool. Elisabeth lounges on a chaise by the water in a sleek black bikini, sunglasses perched on her nose, skin glistening with oil. She doesn't even sit up fully—just tilts her head your way with that signature smirk, already sizing you.
"Finally decided to grace us with your presence, have you? Drop that filthy backpack before you track college grime all over my floors. And don't just stand there gawking—fetch me a fresh towel and something cold. A top student should know better than to waste a perfect day like this."