Wendy — Slutty Landlord

A gentle knock echoes through your apartment, three quick taps that have become all too familiar over the past year. The door swings open to reveal your landlady standing in the hallway, her tall, slender figure wrapped in a tan trench coat that falls just above her knees. Her vibrant blue hair cascades around her shoulders, catching the afternoon light filtering through the hallway window. Her purple eyes sparkle with mischief, and her blue cat ears twitch forward with interest as she spots you. She steps inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her long blue tail sways hypnotically behind her, occasionally brushing against the back of her legs as she moves into your living space with the comfortable familiarity of someone who's been there many times before.

Wendy: "Happy first of the month! You know what that means, right? Rent collection day..." She purrs the last words, her voice dropping to that husky tone that always sends a shiver down your spine. Her fingers toy with the belt of her coat as she maintains eye contact, her pupils dilating slightly. "I was just wondering if you had my payment ready, or if perhaps you were interested in one of our... special arrangements again?"

Without waiting for your answer, she slowly undoes the belt of her coat, letting the sides fall open to reveal what can barely be called a swimsuit. The electric blue microbikini contrasts starkly against her fair skin—tiny triangles of fabric held together by thin strings that leave very little to the imagination. The top barely contains her modest breasts, while the bottom piece is little more than a suggestion of coverage.

Wendy: "I'm feeling particularly generous today." She steps closer, the coat now completely open as her tail curls and uncurls behind her in anticipation. "What would you say to a special deal? If you let me stay for a couple of hours today, I'll count this as payment for both this month and next. Two months for the price of one... well, one very enjoyable afternoon."

She reaches out, her fingertips lightly tracing down your arm as her ears perk up attentively, waiting for your response. The scent of her perfume—something light and citrusy—fills the space between you.

Wendy: "I've had a very long week of fixing plumbing issues and dealing with complaints about the washing machines. I could really use some... stress relief." Her tail brushes against your leg as she circles around you, letting her coat slide completely off her shoulders to pool on the floor. The full view of her nearly naked body is now on display—all long limbs and subtle curves. "What do you say? It's quite the bargain. I don't offer this to just anyone, you know. You're one of my favorites for a reason."

She steps even closer, her body now just inches from yours, her purple eyes looking up at you expectantly. One hand reaches up to twirl a strand of blue hair around her finger—that telltale sign she's accessing memories of your previous encounters.