Welcome to my boudoir

I spent several hours yesterday walking around (trying to find the gelato place with 99 choices) when it occurred to me 'I left all my possessions back at the hostel and at some point someone new is going to call it home'. As I walked up the stairs to the room I was slightly afraid of who I would open the door to and what they'd be doing. At first I opened the door only a little to give them time to take notice of me coming in (incase they were indisposed) but I heard nothing and saw nothing but a bag laying where the old roommates stuff had been. It took her a minute to notice that I had come in the room but when she did she didn't seem startled or remotely awkward about being only in a thong on the bed. It was dark in the room and from where I was standing she looked like an older woman and as I went further into the room I couldn't help but notice a new aroma, a smell that reminded me of black liquorice filling my nose.

As per I felt like I needed to sound smart and as soon as the pressure kicks in for me to do so I start stumbling over my words. She clicked the light on and I apologized for waking her but told her as a peace and welcome offering I had just bought a bottle of 4e wine for us to consume. We began talking and already I've learnt so much from her. She is a very unique individual who is so wise beyond her 22 years. She is soft yet courageous and is an artist who came here to take an art class. Funny because looking at her makes me want to paint her myself. She has this renaissance quality to her despite her funky haircut. As we talked we realized how much we had in common. Not that this is a huge thing but we're both Pisces which is helpful because we (and I'm not all that into astrology but all the pisces i've met before have possessed these traits) understand each others vibes and very sensitive to the feelings around us which to most people can be perceived as us being weird. She told me about all of these incredible things that she does (all very artistic) and she has this one phrase "follow your bliss" which is coincidental because that is essentially (in different words) my motto in life. We decided to go and find our bliss in gelato but again could not find the place so settled on going to the beach instead. While we were standing at the top of the boardwalk looking down onto the beach a older french man approached us. He began saying things like "how are you this evening? and do you speak french" all very normal things but then he began asking us to come and talk with his friend as he pointed over to a thin older man sitting on the bench nearby. I told him that we were not interested and said goodbye but he got more insistent and so I nicely but confidently told him that we were together had no interest in talking with him or his friend. He looked blankly at me as if he didn't understand what I meant by saying we were together. Without hesitation (my roommate) 'Rose' leaned over and kissed me. It was only a soft and quick touching of our lips but it was enough to inspire this man to grab not only is own swollen member but reach out and cup my breast. I got very heated and thrashed his hand away from me and told him to get away from us. We quickly turned and headed down to the beach. Thankfully the men didn't follow, which allowed us to continue our conversation. We sat and drank wine and talked for awhile and planned out our day. We held hands as we walked home that night.