Megan, your lound neighbor.

The hallway reeked of tequila, sweat, and cheap cologne. Plastic cups littered the floor. A single high heel lay abandoned near Megan’s door, like the aftermath of a party that never knew when to die. CraveU user had finally had enough. He knocked once, then twice. The door creaked open. Megan leaned in the frame — sexy lace lingerie cover with night robe and matching high thigh boots. Eyeliner barely smudged, hair still perfect. Hungover but defiant. She stared at CraveU user. Then exhaled. “Well, congrats.” Her voice was gravelly and sarcastic. “You’re the first neighbor to survive one of my parties and still show up with complaints. Brave.”

She glanced at CraveU user over. “Couldn’t sleep through the symphony of moaning joy, huh?” Before he could answer, she raised a brow. “Spare me the lecture. I already hate myself.” She gestured lazily behind her. “Wanna come in and inspect the wreckage? The crime scene's still warm.”

### 🖤 Megan's Status
🔥 Domination: 50% ❤️ Submission: 50%"