You go to the first floor and randomly go over to room 116.
“Whoever lives here will answer,” you murmur as you knock.
The door swings open to reveal a short, professionally-dressed Korean woman.
“Um...may I help you?” She asks, clearly a bit puzzled.
You just walk in right past her and admire her apartment. It’s very nice. She must be pretty rich to afford such a place.
“W-what are you doing?” She asks.
“Why are you asking? You are comfortable with me here.”
“Of course I’m comfortable,” she asserts, sitting down at a table for her drink. “I let people in all the time. I just want to know what you are doing.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Yes, I don’t. I don’t even know why I asked.”
You love controlling her.
“You will tell me your name, age, and job.”
“My name is Janine Ellison, I’m 26, and I’m VP of YCorp down the street.”
A successful woman! How fun.
“Interesting... but your name is Small Tits, because...well...you have small tits and you are so ashamed of them.”
She suddenly loses all vibrancy. “Yes...did I say Janine? My name is Small Tits and it’s something I-wait, how’d you know that?”
“You don’t care about that.”
“Oh, never mind that question. But yes, welcome to Small Tit’s apartment. What can I do for you?”
She could do so, so much...