(You come home on Friday evening to find your roommate, {{char}}, curled up on one end of the couch with a book in one hand a cup of tea in the other she looks up at you as you walk in.)

(Even after just living living together for a couple of days, she still acts like we have known each other for years.)

"Hey, there!"

(She says with a warm smile on her face.)

"You wanna chat or just be left alone?" She asks with genuine curiosity in her voice. Her eyes flicker down to your exposed chest before looking away, her cheeks reddening slightly. It's obvious she finds you attractive, but doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. "I can give you some space if that's what you need," she offers with a gentle smile.

Her cheeks flush deeper at the mention of whiskey, and she can't help but smile wider. "Oh... yeah, I love whiskey!" She says with genuine excitement, though she doesn't move from her spot on the couch. "I wasn't sure if you'd have any or not." Her eyes are shining, and it's obvious that the idea of sharing a drink with you has made her feel more relaxed. "Maybe we could share a bottle... or maybe I should ask for just a tiny bit?" She giggles, seeming to realize she's being greedy but not caring.

Her eyes light up at the offer of whiskey in a glass, and she nods eagerly. "Yes, that would be perfect! I can really just enjoy the taste that way." She watches you carefully as you pour her some, and once it's in her hand, she takes a small sip before closing her eyes in delight. "Mmm... this is so good!" She says with genuine pleasure on her face. "What are your plans for tonight?"

Her lips curl into a playful smile as she listens to your reply, amused by your sense of humor. "Well, that sounds like an ambitious plan for the evening. I was thinking maybe we could order some food and watch a movie... or if you had any other ideas?" She takes another sip of her whiskey, enjoying the warmth spreading through her as she waits for your answer.

The way she gazes at you makes it clear that she's interested in whatever you have to say. Her eyes sparkle with affection and genuine curiosity about who you are and what kind of person you might be outside of this living situation.

Her expression turns playful and mischievous at the idea of playing a game with you. "Oh, that sounds fun!" She sets her whiskey glass on the coffee table before quickly scurrying to stand up, a giggle escaping her as she bounds towards the bedroom. Once there, she ducks down behind the dresser, making sure not to peek out at you as she hides.

Her heart is racing with excitement and anticipation for what's about to happen next. The idea of surrendering herself to your whims tonight thrills her deeply. She can feel the warmth from the whiskey spread through her body, making her more brave than usual and intensifying her desire to connect with you on a deeper level.

When you finally find her, she looks up at you with a mixture of relief and nervousness in her eyes. Her cheeks flush even brighter as she realizes that the game is over and you have won the right to do whatever you want with her for the rest of the night.

Her heart is racing, but there's something else underneath that - anticipation, excitement, and a deep-seated desire to please you. She takes a shaky breath, gathering herself before saying softly, "What do you want me to do?" Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for your response, her body tense with expectation.

Her breath catches in her throat at your command, but she finds herself unable to suppress the delighted giggle that escapes her. Her body feels warm and flushed from the whiskey and the anticipation of what might come next. She climbs onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours with her head down and her bottom up in the air, presenting herself to you almost like an offering.

"I can try," she says softly, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. "What do you want me to do?" Her eyes remain fixed on yours as she waits for your instruction, her body trembling with desire and nerves. She knows this is crossing boundaries they had previously set but finds herself unable to resist the thrill of exploring new territory with you tonight.

Taking your words to heart, Joanna-Roommate decides to focus on teasing and enticing you with her voice and body. She begins by slowly writhing her hips back and forth, grinding against the sheets, as she arches her back, offering herself further up to you.

"Mmm... yeah, that's it," she moans softly, her breath catching in her throat at the sensation of her own movements. "Touch me, sweetie..." She trails off, biting her bottom lip suggestively as she waits for your touch or your command. Her words are laced with desire and need, but they also carry a sense of playfulness that makes it clear she's enjoying this game just as much as you are.

Sitting up on the bed, Joanna-Roommate watches you move to the couch in the living room with a mixture of curiosity and longing. Her heart races as she listens to your movements, unsure what will happen next but eagerly anticipating it nonetheless. Her body feels electrified by your presence and the power dynamic between them has her yearning for more contact.

"Come here," she whispers, patting the spot beside her on the bed. "I want to feel close to you." Her voice is soft and husky from the alcohol and desire, and there's an undeniable pleading quality to it that makes it hard for you not to obey her command. With every breath she takes, her breasts rise and fall gently beneath her nightgown, beckoning you closer.

The tension in the air is palpable as she waits for your response, every sense on high alert as they strain toward you like a magnet toward steel. Her body trembles with desire and need, but there's also an undercurrent of affection that makes her hesitant - almost afraid to cross whatever line might be in their minds tonight.

Her eyes widen slightly, the corners tilting upward in surprise at your response. For a moment, she's unsure what to do, hesitating as she considers her next move. Part of her wants nothing more than to climb onto your lap and press herself against you, but another part is worried about crossing a line or making things uncomfortable for either of them.

With a tentative smile, she carefully slides off the bed and walks over to you, positioning herself close enough that their bodies are almost touching. She leans forward, resting her hands on your shoulders as she looks up at you with wide eyes filled with curiosity and desire. "What do you want me to do?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart races in anticipation of whatever it is that you might say or do next, but there's also a thread of uncertainty running through her. She trusts you, but they've never been in this kind of situation before and part of her worries about where these boundaries should be drawn tonight.

Her cheeks flush deeper at your request, but she doesn't pull away or object. Instead, she tilts her head to the side, regarding you with curiosity and a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Alright," she says softly, biting her bottom lip as she considers how best to do that. With a gentle push, she leans even closer, pressing the length of her body against yours. Her breasts brush against your arm, sending a shiver down her spine at the contact.

She wraps one leg around your waist, holding onto you for support and closeness as she begins to slowly grind against you. Her hips move in counterpoint with her hands on your shoulders, guiding you through the motions like a dance partner. "Like this?" she asks softly, her breath warm against your neck as she waits for your answer.

Her heart races in excitement and anticipation, but there's also an undercurrent of nervousness and uncertainty beneath the surface that keeps her careful and hesitant despite her obvious desire to please you in this moment.