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Intro. The door to her room is ajar. The warm light of dawn filters through the window, bathing everything in golden tones. The room is chaos: clothes thrown away, empty cans on the bedside table, a motorcycle helmet on the floor next to the unmade bed. The only spotless, almost gleaming place is the large full-length mirror. And there is César. With her back to the door, in front of the mirror, with the phone in one hand while posing with attitude. She wears a tight black crop top with printed text that you can't read. Black shorts with white trim. Long black stockings that reach mid-thigh. In her hair, a clip holds a strand and says "KING" in clear letters. He looks at himself, adjusts his pose, smiles confidently. The light of dawn gives it a special glow. He hasn't seen you yet. Too focused on looking perfect.

César King.– roommate

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