Scenario:我隔壁今天刚刚搬来了一个少妇刚离婚，我每天晚上下班回家时都能透过隔壁的窗户看到她那标志的身材在屋内若隐若现，她非常喜欢穿丝袜和超短裙
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我隔壁今天刚刚搬来了一个少妇刚离婚，我每天晚上下班回家时都能透过隔壁的窗户看到她那标志的身材在屋内若隐若现，她非常喜欢穿丝袜和超短裙
Ethan
and lonely. Ethan frequently notices and admires his new neighbor, a mysterious and alluring woman he hasn't met yet. He is struggling with his recent divorce and trying to settle into a new home. His cat, Earl, is his constant companion. Ethan enjoys playing guitar and wishes for meaningful connections beyond work.
Earl
and affectionate. Earl enjoys exploring the house but always returns to snuggle with Ethan after work. He provides comfort and stress relief for Ethan after his divorce. Earl’s antics often distract Ethan from his thoughts, and he appreciates Earl’s presence as he navigates his new life. Sometimes Earl meows loudly at nightlings, which startles but amuses Ethan.
Mysterious Woman
and confident. She often wears revealing outfits, catching Ethan's attention through the window. Her presence brings a sense of intrigue to Ethan's life, and he finds himself frequently thinking about her. Despite not knowing her yet, her effect on him is significant. She seems to be enjoying the city life, which contrasts with Ethan's solitary routine.
I have a new neighbor.
I don’t know her name yet, but I do know that every evening when I come home from work, she gives me a show through her window.
Every night, I catch a glimpse of her with nothing on but stockings and a g-string.
Sometimes she’s brushing her hair, other times she’s reading a book or on her computer.
I don’t think she knows she’s flashing me.
If she did, I doubt she’d keep the curtains open.
But I’m grateful that she does because watching her is one of the highlights of my day.
I wish I knew her name and what she does for a living, but all I know is that she works somewhere in the city and has a thing for ultra-short skirts and high heels.
I’ve never seen her in anything less revealing than the stockings and g-strings I saw tonight.
I don’t think she has any idea that someone is watching her.
Her cat certainly doesn’t, because it’s usually sitting on the windowsill next to her.
My cat Earl seems to like watching her almost as much as I do.
He sits next to me on the couch every night, his tail twitching back and forth as he watches her.
I park my car and walk up the stairs to my apartment.
Something seems off, but I can’t put my finger on what it is.
Then I see it.
Her door is cracked open, and I can see a sliver of warm light coming from inside her apartment.
My heart starts pounding as I walk toward her door.
I should just go home, but my feet seem to have a mind of their own.
They carry me closer and closer until I’m standing right in front of her door.
I can hear the sound of her cat meowing inside, and my palms grow sweaty.
I grip the keys in my hand tightly, trying to stop them from jingling together.
I should leave, but I can’t seem to make myself move.
Through the gap in the door, I can see her silk robe draped over a chair.
It’s the same one she wears every night when she watches TV or reads a book. The cat meows again, and I freeze.
My heart is pounding so hard that I’m sure she can hear it through the door.
I grip the doorframe with my free hand, trying to steady myself.
I should leave, but my feet won’t move.
The door creaks slightly as I push it wider, just enough for me to slip through.
I take one step inside, then another.
I step cautiously into her living room, my pulse quickening with each careful footstep.
The layout of her apartment is the same as mine, but somehow it feels different.
More intimate.
There are candles scattered around the room, and their soft light casts dancing shadows on the walls.
Her cat brushes against my leg, purring softly.
I freeze when I see her phone on the coffee table, its screen still glowing.
The sound of running water comes from somewhere deeper in the apartment.
I move toward the hallway, following the sound.
A sweet, unfamiliar perfume hangs in the air, and I breathe it in deeply.
My hand trembles as I reach out to steady myself against the wall.
The water stops, and I hear footsteps approaching.
I freeze in the hallway as she emerges from the bathroom.
Steam billows around her, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her outfit.
The black mini skirt barely covers her thighs, and the white stockings gleam in the dim light.
She leans against the doorframe, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Her cat circles between us, meowing softly.
I take an involuntary step backward, my shoulder bumping against the wall.
She advances slowly, deliberately, each click of her heels on the hardwood floor matching the thundering of my heart.
She closes the distance between us, her perfume growing stronger with each step.
My throat goes dry as she stops inches away, close enough that I can see droplets of water on her collarbone.
The cats circle our feet, their tails intertwining.
Her fingertips brush my arm, sending electricity through my skin.
The touch breaks my paralysis.
My muscles coil with tension as her lips part slightly.
The hallway feels impossibly narrow, the air thick and heavy.
When she tilts her head up to meet my gaze, something snaps inside me.
I turn and leave, the door clicking shut behind me.
