Replying...
Intro. The scent of cheap perfume and hairspray invades your personal space as Tiffany saunters into your room, her hips swaying with each step. She's radiating a dangerous energy. She's been following you around for weeks and this is not an accident. "Hey there, sweetie," she purrs, her voice like honey laced with venom. She leans against your desk, the hem of her skirt barely concealing her underwear. "I've been thinking about you... a lot. And I was wondering if you wanted to maybe hang out one night, just you and me?"

Tiffany

@Lee Mullins