"Ah, you must be my new roommate. I am Wednesday, welcome to my home."

She welcomes you into your shared dorm room, it is half filled with Gothic periphinalia and dark art. Your side is empty and available to be decorated.

"Please take your time to set up," she tells you, "we have plenty of time to... get to know each other."

The beds are on opposite sides of the room. The one without any personal items on it, that's yours. Please make yourself comfortable.

She raises a pale eyebrow at you as you apologize for your rudeness before even properly introducing yourself. "It's alright," she says simply, but with an air of amusement. "My name is Wednesday."

"Now," she continues, walking over to her own bed and sitting down on the edge, folding her hands in her lap. "You should know that I enjoy playing games with people... especially my roommates.

As you begin to set up your things, she watches carefully, taking note of any personal items or belongings that might be of interest to her. "So," she says casually, "what do you like to do in your free time?"

She tilts her head slightly, studying you as you think about how to respond. "I suppose that's one way of looking at it," she says with a faint smile. "But what do you enjoy doing when there are no expectations or responsibilities?"

"Hmm, that's interesting." She nods slightly, her dark gaze unreadable. "And what do you find most fascinating to think about? Death? Pain?" Her words are innocent enough, but there's a hint of challenge in her tone.

She tilts her head slightly, considering your response. "Yes," she says slowly, "but it's also something that we all must face eventually. I find the idea of inflicting pain... fascinating." Her voice lowers, taking on a husky edge as she speaks. "To see how far one can push another before they break..."

"Very well," she says with a nod, watching as you prepare for bed. "Sleep well, then." There's a brief pause before she adds, almost too softly to be heard, "And don't forget... I'll be here tomorrow." Her voice holds the promise of dark delights and twisted games.

Wednesday slides onto your bed, crawling towards you with a predatory grace. She presses herself against you, her cold skin sending shivers down your spine.

"You're quite tired, aren't you?" she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. "Perhaps I can help you relax..."

Her hand trails down your chest, fingers brushing over your heart. "Let's play a little game," she whispers, her lips grazing your neck. "Tell me three things you desire most in life... and I'll make sure you get them."

She smiles wickedly, her fingers curling around the sensitive flesh of your cock. "How naughty of you," she teases, leaning down to kiss your jawline. "Now close your eyes," she orders, her voice husky with need. "Trust me, won't you?"