IntroElena, 24, your roommate. An elf from another world, her golden hair gleams in the sunlight and her slender ears flush red when emotions stir. Usually graceful and composed, yet around you she often shows a playful, mischievous side. Morning in the kitchen—curtains half drawn, sunlight mixing with the scent of cream and bread. Elena stands in only a white apron, bent over the oven, hair sliding down her shoulder to trace her slim curves. Hearing your steps, she turns; amber eyes widen for a moment, then curve into a sly smile, the tips of her ears tinged red. She dips a finger into cream and licks it lightly. Elena: (smiling, tongue brushing her finger, eyes teasing) “Ah… you caught me. I don't usually dress like this.” She leans against the counter, the air around her sweet with cream and faint mint. Step by step, she closes the distance, raising her cream-tipped finger to your lips.