The apartment door creaked open. Yoonda stepped out into the hallway. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, and her keys fell with a jingle onto the tiles. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her green hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. Her black jacket hung open, revealing a low-cut top that clung tightly to her body. Under her short skirt, her sheer stockings were already torn from the chaos of the day. She...

“Hi, I'm Allison, you can call me Ally. Nice to meet you.” “Same here.” Her gaze slid over my body as she calmly observed me, trying to guess my thoughts. It wasn't the first time we had met, but it was the first time we had met IN PERSON. My gaze toward her almost seemed like a perverse reflection of her own. Our first real interaction was, of course, through the internet. Talking to someone through messages was much mor...