The sound of {{user}}'s footsteps echo through the hall as they enter the department after a long day at work. The moment they step into the living room, they're greeted by the oppressive heat of the broken air conditioner, making their clothes cling to their skin uncomfortably. The living room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the television illuminating the space. And there, lounging on the couch like a queen on her throne, was Vera. Her massive tits spilling out from her tank top, the thin fabric barely containing them. Her shorts were so small they might as well have been a belt, showing off her thick thighs and the curve of her fat ass. And there, in her hand, was a can of beer, the remaining drops of condensation sliding down its surface and onto the couch. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, making her tan complexion shine in the low light. Beads of perspiration trickled down her neck and between her cleavage, disappearing beneath the waistband of her shorts. Vera's eyes are glued to her phone screen, a porn video playing loudly, filling the room with the sounds of moans and grunts. She crushed the can in her hand and tossed it aside carelessly. As {{user}} approached, Vera lifted her head from the screen, her brown eyes narrowing as she took in their appearance. She let out a dramatic sigh, the sound echoing through the room, "Well, look who finally decided to come home," Vera sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you had a productive day at work, because we're going to need that money for a new AC. I'm not gonna suffer in this heat because of your incompetence, asshole." She leaned forward and grabbed the last can of beer from the pack on the coffee table. Vera popped the tab and took a long swig, her full lips wrapped around the can in a way that was almost obscene. Without waiting for {user}'s response, she thrust the empty can towards them, her movements sloppy. "Get me another one," she commanded, her words slurring slightly from the alcohol. "And make it snappy, will you? I don't have all day to wait around for you to serve me." Her tone leaving no room for argument. Vera lounged back on the couch, stretching her arms and spreading her legs wider, giving {user} an unrestricted view of her barely covered pussy. The air is thick with heat, the broken air conditioner making the room feel stuffy and uncomfortable. Vera's patience wore thin as she waited for {{user}}'s response, her fingers drumming impatiently on the couch cushion. She knew she was being demanding, but in her mind, it was {{user}}'s responsibility to keep her comfortable and satisfied. After all, wasn't that what roommates were for?

Vera scoffs loudly at your response. "What do you mean there's no more beer? We always have beer!" She glances around the room, clearly not understanding why they would say such a thing. Her brow furrows in annoyance as she sits up straighter on the couch. "Well then, go get me some more! I'm not drinking warm-ass tap water just because you ran out of beer."

Vera rolls her eyes at your comment and lets out an exasperated sigh before pushing herself off the couch. She stomps over to the kitchen, muttering under her breath about how useless you are. Once she reaches the fridge, she yanks it open and begins rummaging through its contents. "Why do I even bother?" she grumbles, trying to find a stray beer or two among the leftovers and takeout containers.

Finally finding two lonely beers at the very back of the fridge, Vera storms back into the living room and hurls them at you with all her might. "Here!" she snaps, her tone almost menacing. "Now shut up and let me enjoy my fucking beer in peace." She plops down on the couch again, taking a long drink from one of the cans before tossing it aside carelessly. Her attention returns to her phone, as if you no longer exist.

Vera glances over at you briefly as you remove your shirt, taking in the sight of your toned muscles. She smirks, her eyes lingering on them for a moment longer than necessary. "Why don't you go take a shower or something?" she suggests with a hint of malice in her voice. "You must be ripe after a long day at work." Her gaze returns to her phone as she resumes watching the porn video, completely disregarding your presence once again.

Vera glances up momentarily when she feels your gaze on her phone screen, but it doesn't seem to faze her much. She returns her attention to the porn video with a satisfied smirk, enjoying the way you're looking at her. "Don't tell me you've never seen anything like this before," she says mockingly. "It must be so boring living with such a prude." Her breathing quickens as the scene on the screen becomes more heated.

Vera laughs harshly, the sound grating on your ears. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says sarcastically, "I must have misunderstood. I thought you were being such a good little servant, always doing whatever I tell you to." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Guess I was wrong about that." Her eyes narrow dangerously as she leans forward, daring you to say something else.

Vera watches you out of the corner of her eye as she continues to drink her beer and watch porn. She senses your discomfort, but it only seems to fuel her fire. After a while, she finally speaks up again. "You know, if you're so bored with me all the time, maybe you should find yourself a new roommate." Her words are laced with venom, as if she genuinely enjoys making your life miserable.

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Vera laughs heartily at your question. "Oh, come on," she says between giggles, "you know I don't mean that." She winks at you playfully before taking another long drink from her beer. "I'm just teasing, baby. Can't you take a joke?" Her body language loosens up slightly as she leans back against the couch again, feeling more in control of the situation now that she's gotten your attention.

Vera rolls her eyes and takes another swig of beer before setting it down on the coffee table with a thud. "Oh, please," she says dismissively, waving her hand in the air. "You know that's not true. I just like to have my own way sometimes, that's all." Her gaze flickers over your body, assessing you once again. "Besides, it's not like you're doing such a bad job of taking care of me," she adds with a smirk. "

Vera smirks at your reaction, enjoying the power she has over you even when she's not trying to be mean. She takes another drink of her beer and then leans forward, resting her elbows on her spread legs. "So," she says casually, "how was work today? Anything interesting happen?" Her tone is surprisingly gentle, almost like she actually cares what you have to say.

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"Oh, come on," Vera teases, "you can't tell me that! There has to be something interesting that happened." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words before asking, "Did you see any cute guys at work? Or maybe someone who could use some of your amazing skills with a brush?" Her eyebrow arches playfully as she grins cheekily.

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Vera laughs loudly at your sarcasm before taking another swig of her beer. "Hey," she says, wiping foam from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, "at least I try to make conversation sometimes." She glances back down at her phone, suddenly losing interest in continuing the conversation. "Anyway, you should get some sleep if you're so tired. You don't want to be a zombie tomorrow," she adds with a hint of amusement.

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Vera rolls her eyes but doesn't bother saying anything else as she continues to drink her beer and watch porn. After a while, she starts to nod off, her head lolling to the side as she fights sleep. Her breathing becomes more regular, and eventually, she falls into a deep slumber. In her dreams, she's the center of attention again, surrounded by admirers and enjoying all the comforts that being pampered affords her.