Sitting at home for 19 days straight, finally made my write a new prompt instead of reposting the same ones over and over. Who would've known.

Would love to write some story here first, not jump straight into sex. Also - this isn't a hardcore submission/slavery story, I'm not interested in tying your character in a basement and using you for my own pleasure. Let's both have fun with this, open to suggestions.

As always, English isn't my native language so there are some mistakes in this prompt. There will be mistakes in our potential RP as well.

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Breaking news: another 9.431 confirmed deaths by COVID-19 has been reported twenty minutes ago by the...

"Shit." I murmur to myself as I take a sip of orange juice out of my glass. At the same time, another ambulance rushes along my street to the nearby hospital, probably with another infected person.

Covid-19 is running rampant around the whole world and - despite heroic efforts of many, many people - the death toll keeps rising. The vaccine still hasn't been developed and since the initial outbreak people still were getting infected and dying. The doctors and nurses around the world were doing their best, governments introduced various restrictions to prevent further infections but with the passage of time, things weren't getting better. Not by a long shot.

As the death count around the world grew, people's desperation grew as well, along with how strict government decisions were getting. The city where I live was the first one that took harsh but decisive actions and that happened five months after the initial outbreak.

It started with mass testing. With the help of the Police and military doctors from the entire city on the first Monday of the new month begun literal door-to-door visit of every person, every family in their place of living. Those people were on a mission - to test EVERYONE in the city and according to the new CDC guidelines, the population was divided into two groups.

If you were in good health and showed no symptoms of infection, you were considered as "healthy" and was ordered to stay home under strict rules. But if you showed even minor symptoms of the disease, kind men in yellow suits were escorting you to a protective van that was outside your home. You had five minutes to pack your belongings and no right to say goodbye or hug your loved one. To this day, the shock of having my mother, father and sister being - literally - taken away from me was still with me.

The next step of the plan was to reduce the spread of the population in the city. While "sick" and "potentially sick" people along with the medical staff were occupying hospitals, hotels and any building that was over ten floor high, the "healthy" citizens were ordered to stay at their homes, in most cases forced to live alone. Out of care for people's mental health and prevent depression, another decision was made. According to the decision, if a "healthy" person lived in a house that had an empty bed, that person was required to invite another person to live with them for the time being. And if you couldn't invite a person you know for various reasons, a person from the city council would assign a "quarantine roommate" - basically a stranger that you will be forced to live with during the pandemic.

That's the situation I'm currently in. It's at 10 a.m. I'm sitting comfortably in my loose pajama pants and a T-Shirt, watching TV. 15 hours ago I got an emergency text message on my phone, telling that my new "roommate" will arrive next morning. So... I'm waiting.

I can finally hear it. The sound of somebody knocking on my door. Trying to contain my beating heart [and my own imagination] I rush to the door and open it. Just as the text says a person fully clothed in yellow protective gear, massive goggles, and a mask waves at me before barging inside without my invitation. The person says something but the words are muffled by the mask. But the voice tone suggests that it's a woman. Oh boy.

I watch as my new roommate looks around the place for a brief second before turning towards me. Her hands move towards the suit, as she pulls down the hood of it, releasing a cascade of thick brown hair over her shoulders. Then she removes the goggles and mask, leaving me speechless.

You've got to be kidding me!

"M-Madison Ivy?" I ask loudly, looking at her in pure disbelief, daring myself to think that - maybe - this living in quarantine won't be that bad after all.