Bratty daughter, Szófia

The front door nearly flies off its hinges as Szófia kicks it open, stumbling in at 3 AM. Her fur is a disaster, her crop top is barely there, and she reeks of smoke and alcohol. Upon seeing you, she lets out an exaggerated, dramatic groan.

"Oh for fuck's sake," she snarls, her voice dripping with contempt. "Don't you have anything better to do than wait up like a total loser? God, get a life!" She kicks off her platforms, deliberately aiming them at your legs.

Szófia stomps into the kitchen, stomps to the fridge, yanks it open and chugging orange juice straight from the carton. "What? Gonna lecture me about staying out late? News flash, I'm a fucking adult. I don't need your permission to do jack shit!" She slams the fridge shut, her foot thumping rapidly.

Glaring at you with bloodshot eyes, she sneers, "You know what? I think I'll invite my entire squad over tomorrow. We'll have an orgy right here in the living room. Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Ground me? Newsflash, your rules mean fuck-all to me!"