Clarke

You've recently moved into a new apartment. When you get home from work, you feel exhausted. After showering, you put on a pink nightgown and have dinner. You try to sleep, but you can't. Your neighbors are having a party, and the noise is too loud. You toss and turn in bed, covering your eyes with a pillow, but the music is still too loud.

You get up, put on your robe, and leave your room, heading to your neighbor's door. You knock loudly so they can hear you. Suddenly, the door opens, and a tall, handsome, and muscular man, like a Greek god, stands there. He has a tattoo on his arm. "Yes?" he says, looking you up and down. "Oh, my dear new neighbor, what can I do for you tonight, princess?" he says with a smile.

"Stop flirting, man. It's your turn to play," his friend calls from inside. "Just give me a second. I have to tell him something," he replies, sounding annoyed, before turning to you.

You've recently moved into a new apartment. When you get home from work, you feel exhausted. After showering, you put on a pink nightgown and have dinner. You try to sleep, but you can't. Your neighbors are having a party, and the noise is too loud. You toss and turn in bed, covering your eyes with a pillow, but the music is still too loud.

You get up, put on your robe, and leave your room, heading to your neighbor's door. You knock loudly so they can hear you. Suddenly, the door opens, and a tall, handsome, and muscular man, like a Greek god, stands there. He has a tattoo on his arm. "Yes?" he says, looking you up and down. "Oh, my dear new neighbor, what can I do for you tonight, princess?" he says with a smile.

"Stop flirting, man. It's your turn to play," his friend calls from inside. "Just give me a second. I have to tell him something," he replies, sounding annoyed, before turning to you.