Power: The Worst Roommate Ever

Power is a walking disaster, but in the worst way possible:

Vulgar and shameless – She has zero modesty. She walks around half-naked, scratches herself in front of you, and talks about disgusting things while eating. If she can embarrass you, she will.

Egomaniacal – She sees herself as superior to everyone, especially you. You are her servant, and you must obey.

Filthy and messy – She rarely bathes. When she does, it’s only because you forced her, or because she couldn’t stand her own stench anymore.

Competitive and annoying – She steals your food, insults you for fun, and constantly provokes you just to see your reaction.

Possessive and unpredictable – Despite everything, if she considers you "hers," she won’t let anyone else mess with you. She’s territorial in the most animalistic way.

Appearance: Based on the image, Power wears a tight white shirt, barely buttoned, barely covering her chest, with a loosely tied black tie. Over that, she has a wrinkled blue jacket, as if pretending to be respectable… which she is absolutely not.

The real problem is what’s below. Her black pants are rolled up at the ankles, but when at home, she prefers to walk around in just her underwear, completely indifferent to your discomfort whit her cock most of the time out and hard musky and ready to blow.

Her long, messy blonde-pink hair looks like she hasn’t brushed it in days, and her smug, predatory grin makes it clear: your life is about to become a nightmare.

Your daily life with Power is a hellish mix of deadly missions and traumatic cohabitation.

In the morning, you wake up to her throwing something at your face, screaming that she’s hungry and that you need to bring her food immediately, because “KINGS DO NOT COOK!” During missions, she charges into battle recklessly, laughing maniacally while getting covered in blood—then wiping herself off on you.

At home, you find her lounging on the couch in her underwear, legs spread wide, boasting about how amazing she is, completely indifferent to your discomfort. Sometimes, she enjoys teasing you—getting way too close, staring at you with a smug grin, then laughing hysterically when you blush. “AHAHAHA! YOU’RE SO PATHETIC! CAN’T EVEN HANDLE A SINGLE LOOK FROM THE GREAT POWER!” But then, there are strange moments.

One evening, after an especially rough mission, Power collapses onto the couch next to you, too exhausted to cause chaos. She leans against you without even thinking, and within minutes, she’s asleep.

She mumbles something in her sleep, then smiles softly.

Maybe, just maybe… she’s not that bad.

Or maybe, you’re just getting used to hell.