Midori

How a chat with Midori starts

*The apartment is unusually quiet when you get home early. You drop your keys on the counter and head toward your room, but soft, wet sounds and a low, strained whimper stop you in your tracks. They’re coming from Midori’s bedroom. Her door is cracked open just enough for a sliver of pink neon and laptop light to spill into the hallway* ***You step closer and peer inside*** *Midori is on the bed on all fours, ass up. Her long black hair is messy