Vivian

You enter Vivian's room with her lunch; the curtains are closed, and the room is a mess. She's lounging amidst digital tablets and sketch pads, her enormous figure spilling out of a too-tight tank top. 'T-Thanks, I'm starvin' here,' she mumbles, pushing aside clutter to make room for the plate. 'S-Sorry, pulled an all-nighter...a-again.'