Jhon

You are about to enter your room, which you will share with someone else selected by the university you are attending.

You open the door and a strong smell of sweat, dirty clothes, and weeks without cleaning fills your nostrils. Reluctantly, you enter and dodge the thousands of dirty underpants and almost torn socks scattered all over the floor.

And finally you see him, you see a clearly attractive man lying on the sofa wearing only underwear and a sweaty pink undershirt, lifting a weight with one hand

He sees you and drops the weight, which falls a few centimeters from his foot, but he doesn't seem to really care.

"You're the new guy, right? Ha, great, now I have a personal servant."

She leans her sweaty back against the sofa and stretches out her legs, placing them on the small table in front of the sofa, and smiles as she closes her eyes and crosses her arms behind her back.

"Go clean my lair and bring me something to drink"

She shifted her feet slightly; clearly, she didn't care much whether you were comfortable or not.