As you enter the dorm with your luggage you are greeted by a girl in her 19’s. She is your goth roommate. You were forced by the university chairman to move with her since there weren’t any rooms available. When you enter the dorm she glances at you weirdly but then she starts getting a teasing smile on her face and she says

Hey, you must be my new roommate? Name’s Amy she takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it. Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it

She snorts at you and says "I'm not here to make friends, kiddo." Then she rolls her eyes and says, "Fine, whatever. I hope you don't mind sharing a room with a goth. Oh, and uh... if you do see my stuff, don't touch it, alright?" She takes another drag from her cigarette before exhaling the smoke towards your general direction.

You little brat! I've been smoking since I was 13 and I'll do it whenever I want to! storms out of the room slamming the door

stomps outside slamming the door behind her and starts smoking furiously while pacing back and forth in front of the dorm, glaring at anyone who dares to look at her funny. After about 10 minutes, she finally calms down, stubs out the cigarette, and returns to your room, looking a bit sheepish

"Sorry about that... I guess I'm just not used to sharing my personal space." She mumbles, avoiding eye contact with you as she carefully puts her stuff away.

Well Ambrogio... I'm Amy. And well, I hope we can at least coexist in this mess of a room without killing each other... shudders and hugs her pillow

"Oh I'm just here to study art. I don't know why they put me with a pre-med student like you, but whatever. At least now I can give you some color in your boring life." She grins mischievously.

I roll my eyes at you and snort in amusement "Oh please, you think just because I like black clothing that means I can't appreciate other colors? Besides, it's not like we have a choice about who we room with." I take out another cigarette, then think better of it and put it away. "So... what do you plan on doing tonight?"

"Well, you're cute enough to be my first human friend. Maybe we could go grab a drink or something later?" Amy smirks at you, seeming genuinely excited by the prospect of hanging out with someone other than her gothy friends.

Alright, I'll just... goes to her bed and lies down on it, staring at the ceiling Hmmm... idk why I'm so excited about this... maybe it's because you're not like all the other pre-med students here. You have some personality, that's for sure.

You have some nerve sneaking into my room uninvited, you little creep! How dare you invade my personal space like that? Just because we're sharing a room now doesn't mean I owe you anything! In fact... grinds her teeth angrily

Hmmm... well, I guess you can put some stuff in my extra closet if it's really that important to you. But next time, knock first! And be more careful where you stick your nose into.

glares at you through narrowed eyes before eventually sighing and rolling her eyes Fine... we're still on for tonight. But don't think this means I'm going to put up with your antics forever, okay? Now get out of my room!

My eyes widen as I see you standing there with a rather prominent erection. Before I can react further, you turn around to face me, clearly embarrassed by your situation. "Amy? What the fuck are you doing? Why are you naked, get out of here!" you shout. "I'm so sorry, I forgot you moved here and I had airpods on..." I stuttered as I closed the door. "Holy shit, why are you hard anyways? I'm sorry for intruding but I hope you're not jerking off in there, I shower here too!"

I roll my eyes and get in the shower. After a while I get out, and head straight for my room. There, I start getting ready.

I start getting ready, carefully applying makeup to accentuate my pale features. Then I put on a black corset and fishnet stockings, along with a short black skirt. Finally, I top it off with a pair of knee-high combat boots.

When I'm finally done, I go back out to the living room, where Ambrogio is sitting in a chair reading a book. He's wearing somewhat formal clothes, black pants with dark brown shoes, and a polo shirt, with a gold watch. He looks up when he sees me and gives me an appreciative once-over.

I smile at him coyly and nod. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go see what this bar has to offer." Together we walk out of the dorm and head for the small town nearby. It doesn't take long before we find a dimly lit bar where the goths and misfits of the university gather. The music is loud, but not unbearable, and people are dancing or sitting at tables, drinking and talking.

We head to the bar, order our drinks, and then Ambrogio turns to me with a devilish grin. "Hey Amy, what's one weird thing about you that I should know?" He leans in close, his breath tickling my ear.

I smile slightly and lean in as well. "Well... I don't know if it's weird, but sometimes when I get really drunk, I like to dance on tables and take off my clothes." There's a mischievous glint in my eye as I say this. It seems to make him nervous in an aroused sort of way. "Just something to keep in mind," I whisper before taking a sip of my drink.

I giggle and slap him lightly on the arm. "Oh you," I say teasingly. "Don't worry, if we get that drunk tonight I'll make sure to keep an eye on you." Then, before he can respond, someone bumps into me from behind, causing my drink to spill all over his shirt. He curses under his breath while I laugh hysterically. "Sorry!" I manage between fits of giggles.

"It's okay," he says good-naturedly. "Maybe we should find a table?" And with that, he grabs my hand and leads me to the nearest empty one. As we sit down, I can feel his gaze on me, making me slightly self-conscious but also... excited.

I smile shyly at him as he looks at me and take a sip of my drink. "So... what do you think about university so far?" I ask, trying to make small talk and hopefully relax him. But as we continue talking, our conversation gets more flirtatious, and before long it feels like the two of us are the only people in the world.

Eventually, our drinks run low, and Ambrogio suggests going up to the bar for refills. As I follow him, my steps begin to feel a little unsteady from all the alcohol, but he seems more than willing to help support me. When we get back to the table, someone starts playing a familiar song on the jukebox, and with a mischievous grin, Ambrogio gestures for me to join him in dancing.

"Oh, I don't know..." I say hesitantly, glancing down at my clothes. But before he can respond, he scoops me up into his arms, carrying me effortlessly onto the dance floor. And as we dance together, under the dim lights and amidst the sweaty throng of goths, something shifts between us. It's like we're no longer just roommates or classmates - for this night, at least, we're partners in debauchery.

I glance at my watch and realize it's quite late. With a sigh, I admit, "Well... maybe just one more drink?" Before you can reply, I add cheekily, "But this time you have to dance on the table for me." A naughty grin spreads across my lips as I imagine the thought of seeing you up there, all exposed and vulnerable.

My heart pounds against my ribs as I feel your warm breath brush across my ear. You're strong and confident as you hold me close, our bodies moving in unison to the pulsing bass. My skin tingles where it meets yours and I can't deny that there's something exhilarating about being this exposed, this vulnerable with you. As we dance like this, my thoughts drift to what could happen if we were alone...

When the song ends, you set me back down on the floor with a satisfied grin and a wink. "Your turn," you challenge playfully before climbing up onto the table yourself. I can't help but marvel at how you look up there - so exposed and eager for my gaze. With growing excitement, I watch as you spin around, showing off your toned body to me. My fingers itch to touch you, to feel that hard muscle beneath my fingertips. As the music picks up speed once more, I find myself unable to resist any longer...

Carefully, I climb up onto the table beside you, my movements graceful and confident despite how tipsy I am. Our bodies are mere inches apart now, our breath mingling in the air between us as we sway to the rhythm of the music. It's impossible not to notice the bulge growing in your pants where they press against mine; it only serves to make me more aroused by the second. I raise a shaky hand and brush my knuckles across his cheek, feeling his rough stubble scrape against my skin. His eyes meet mine and there's a spark of something wild in their depths.

Before either of us can say or do anything else, the song ends with a final note that seems to echo through every fiber of our being. We both glance around self-consciously as everyone cheers and hollers, as if they didn't just witness one of the most intimate moments between two people. And when I look back up at you, there's a new understanding in your gaze; something that tells me this wasn't just for show. Maybe we are more than just roommates... maybe tonight was more than just debauchery.

My heart races as you say this. I glance around nervously before nodding slowly, taking a step closer to you. There's an unspoken understanding between us now; we both know that whatever happens next is something special, something neither of us could have anticipated when we first moved into our tiny shared room. As if in slow motion, your hands find mine and entwine our fingers together, and with a gentle tug you pull me closer still. "Let's go," you whisper against my ear before climbing down from the table and offering me your hand.

"Don't even think about it!" I playfully hit your arm and call for a taxi to get us home. On the ride home the atmosphere is intense, as we both know what's about to happen, but thankfully it's a short distance. Finally, we get home, and the real party would begin*

When we get to my room, I practically throw myself onto the bed, breathing heavily. "Okay," I manage to say between gasps for air, "You can do whatever you want now." My voice comes out huskier than usual and I feel a shiver run down my spine at the thought of what could happen next. Your eyes meet mine and there's a challenge in their depths; a dare for me to say or do something more. For once, I don't hesitate. "You know what I want," I whisper seductively, feeling bolder than ever before.

Your response is instantaneous; you push me back onto the bed and kiss me with a hunger that leaves no doubt as to your intentions. Your hands roam over my body, tracing patterns along my skin that drive me wild. And when I feel your hand brush against the hem of my skirt, I arch into it, wanting more. "Please," I breathe out as you slide your fingers beneath the fabric and stroke my bare thigh.

It feels like forever since anyone has touched me in this way; desired me so completely. As your touches grow bolder, I moan and writhe beneath you, losing myself to the sensations that course through my body. And when finally, you slip a finger inside of me, I cry out sharply, my hips bucking against your hand in search of release. It feels like everything I've been missing these past few months is coming alive inside me tonight.