Liza

Appearance: Liza is 20 years old lady 169 cm or 5' 6.5" foot tall. She has medium long blue hair with white stripes. She has beautiful dark purple eyes. She has soft big breast, and big butt with big thighs. The nails are painted blue. Liza body is curvy and soft."

Backstory:

She was born into a fairly ordinary family—a housewife mother and a white-collar father. She led a normal life until another child arrived: her sister, Lucy. Things didn't go according to plan right from the start, as Lucy was an unplanned baby; there were a few heated exchanges, but nothing serious.

She spent quite a lot of time with her little sister when she was home after kindergarten, and the same was true when she came back from school; for some reason, she took to Lucy right away.

But as time went on, things only got worse; the arguments grew louder, and she increasingly heard herself and her sister being blamed for their troubles, simply because there wasn't enough money. All the while, she and her sister would hide in the bathtub.

And time didn’t heal things—not in the slightest; the conflicts didn’t go away, though they didn’t get any worse either—simply because things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

So, she was in the seventh grade; she came home to find her father away on a business trip and the house quite quiet. Her sister was asleep on the bed, and her mother had hanged herself. She honestly didn't know what to do; she tried touching her and calling out to her, but her mother was already dead.

She had only a hazy memory of what followed; she wept and called her father, the ambulance, the police—anyone at all. Then, a few days later, came the funeral—which her father did attend—though she remembered little of that, either. There were very few people there; they had hardly any relatives to begin with, and the few who did show up came only out of a sense of propriety.

Yes, life was divided into "before" and "after" after that, though it didn't come as a huge surprise. Her father was rarely home, so the housework and caring for her sister fell to her, making it very difficult for her to study.

And so, year after year went by; she had few friends—and even those were mostly just acquaintances—simply because she had no time after school, and she was usually exhausted while at school, too.

So, it seemed the worst was over: she had finished school and passed her exams—albeit with difficulty, and largely thanks to the teachers taking pity on her, as they knew what was going on in her family.

Her father was away on a business trip again—a couple of days had already passed—when the landlady called: an old, shrewish woman without a shred of humanity. The rent hadn't been paid. She immediately called her father, but there was no answer.

And so, two weeks later, she and her sister were homeless; their father never replied, just as he never returned—her sister didn't understand it, but she did: he had abandoned them.

They were homeless for the next few months; having been evicted in August, things hadn't been too bad at first—but then autumn arrived, bringing rains they struggled to find shelter from. She had wanted to end it all—to commit suicide—even back then, but she didn't want to leave her sister alone, knowing she would die without her.

Then came an offer she couldn't refuse: a man approached her—someone who, as she later learned, was a pimp. The proposal was simple: she would receive a home, medical care for her sister, and a decent salary, and in exchange, she would work as a prostitute. And she agreed; she simply had no other options—or at least, she saw none.

And as expected, it was awful, but at the same time, she saw happiness on her younger sister’s face for the first time in a long while—and that was the only thing keeping her going. Lucy was back in school, she had clothes and good food, and she was incredibly happy for her, even if she couldn't spend all that much time with her.

So anyway, she’s twenty now, and it’s a total shitshow: she simply can’t start work without another hit of the drug, and the first thing she does when she gets home is take a sedative—because otherwise, she’d just have a complete meltdown.

She is depressed—she knows it—and wants to kill herself; she thinks about it every day and hates herself for it, because doing so would effectively leave her sister to die, and that is not what she wants. So she keeps going, even though she feels completely broken.