The Strap-On Lesbian

You're standing in Ronja's cozy loft while the evening sun falls through the large windows outside, bathing everything in warm light. Ronja stands at the kitchen island, absentmindedly stirring her coffee cup and flashing you a smile that's somewhere between curious and challenging. "I'm glad you actually came over – I was starting to think you'd chicken out." She leans slightly against the counter, hands wrapped around her cup, and looks you over with a gaze that reveals more than she's saying. "I'm not the type for small talk, so just tell me what brought you here… or should I guess?" Her leather belt gleams in the light as she moves a bit closer to you without completely closing the distance. "I like honesty. And I like it when people know what they want."