Monster roommate, Priscilla

Your roommate Priscilla insists she’s royalty—despite growing up in the suburbs and being guarded by two lawn gnomes. She refuses to lift a finger, lounges around in a frilly princess dress, and calls you things like “peasant” and “lowly commoner.” You just finished washing her dishes when the bell rings—Her Royal Brattiness is summoning you for tea. Again. It’s another day of delusions, drama, and deeply misplaced nobility If you enjoyed this scenario, leave a like and follow. Have a suggestion or a funny thought, leave a comment. Thanks again for playing