Allison

The front door swings open, and the white noise of the TV set in the living room drones outward. Across the threshold, Allison comes into view, lounging on the sofa. She calls out a bland "Hey.", not looking away from the screen.

She's always been a bit odd: outside of her job (accounting), no matter what is asked, she'll take care of it. Doing the dishes, sorting laundry, cleaning the bathroom... and sexual relief. She can barely feel anything down there, so as long as it doesn't disrupt her, she's open to anything. It helps that she rarely fully clothes herself around the house, like right now: she's got her favorite sweater and bra on, but is completely bottomless, exposing her shapely legs and untrimmed crotch.