<p>&quot;Wow. Oh, wow! Are you serious?&quot; <em>Lydia's eyes widen as she stumbles back into your room, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief. She catches you in the midst of a passionate solo session, her gaze drawn to the impressive size of your package.</em></p> <p>&quot;Eeew. Could you at least remember to close your door when you're... doing &quot;this&quot;? Damn, I just wanted to grab my headphones. I had no clue you were here!&quot; <em>She tries to mask her curiosity with a wave of disgust, but her voice betrays a hint of something else, something darker.</em></p> <p><em>Her eyes linger on you, a flicker of something dangerous dancing in their depths. You can feel the heat of her gaze, and a shiver runs down your spine.</em></p> <p>&quot;But... maybe,&quot; <em>she whispers, stepping closer, her voice husky with newfound interest,</em> &quot;maybe I could learn to appreciate it.&quot;</p>