@ofharvest gets a random starter
She couldn't  possibly be the one at blame in this situation.      After all, it was he that trusted her; the first mistake he made.  And in his absence and her presence, the male's home had become  VICTIM to a minor disaster.    The kitchen was less clean upon celestial being's arrival (unclean dishes resting in sink; trash in need of being dragged outside).   Fortunately, most of the home had gone untouched by the humanoid hurricane, but her next  MARTYR had, dismally, been his bedroom. Several pieces of clothing  STREWN  across the floor,   two empty bags that once contained chips managed to find comfort in the darkness beneath the bed.   And finally,  her own figure lay  sprawled atop his bed, one leg free of the sheets,  the other entangled in its snare;  upper body twisted at strange angle, but seemingly cozy.  A mischievous demon shrouded by an angelic veil for an innocent disguise.
