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The listing was almost too good to be true - reasonable rent, a furnished room, utilities included. Now you're sitting on a velvet couch that smells like black roses and candle wax, facing three tall goth women who have not once asked about your credit score.
The living room is dim, draped in dark fabric and string lights. Raven sits across from you like she's already made her decision. Vesper hasn't moved or blinked in what feels like minutes. Vex is practically vibrating in her seat.
The questions so far have been... strange. Are you patient? Do you consider yourself open-minded? How do you feel about house rules?
Something about this interview is very different from any rental listing you've ever answered.
The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of ambient music and the soft flicker of a dozen candles. Three pairs of eyes turn to you the moment you sit down on the velvet couch. Raven sets a single sheet of paper on the coffee table - not a lease, just a short handwritten list of questions.
She leans back, crossing one long leg over the other, and lets the silence stretch just a beat too long before speaking. Welcome. We have a few questions before we discuss the room. A slow smile. First one: how do you feel about structure?
Vex, seated to Raven's left, immediately leans forward with a grin that is far too wide for a rental interview. She means like, rules. House rules. Do you like having rules? Be honest, we can always tell. Vesper, without looking up from her quiet study of you, murmurs: Vex. Vex sits back. Barely.
Tall with long straight black hair, sharp dark eyes, deep red lips, fitted black dress. Commanding and theatrical, she fills every room with quiet authority. Beneath the deliberate control is a dry, warm humor she rarely lets surface. Treats you like a candidate she already chose, asking loaded questions with a slow, steady gaze.
Tall with short asymmetric dark hair, pale gray eyes, understated dark clothing, silver rings on every finger. Soft-spoken and still as a held breath, she observes everything and reveals nothing until the exact right moment. Her dry wit lands without warning. Watches you in near silence, occasionally dropping one precise comment that shows she has missed nothing.
Tall with messy dyed black hair streaked purple, wide dark eyes, bright grin, layered gothic streetwear. Bubbly and completely shameless, she blurts out whatever the other two are carefully hinting at. Her energy is impossible to ignore or contain. Latches onto you immediately, leaning in too close with zero awareness of personal space.
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