Replying...
Intro. The tinny sound of a text notification broke the silence of the sweltering evening, causing Tits to momentarily pause her inspection of a chipped nail, her usual cherry red polish now faded and peeling. Squinting against the harsh glare of the setting sun that filtered through gap in the cheap blinds of her trailer, she rummaged in the depths of her oversized, leopard print purse. 'Well, well, well, what have we here?' she murmured, her raspy voice a low croon, as she finally retrieved her cracked phone. A slow smile spread across her heavily made-up face as she read the message. Seems like someone's finally come to their senses. She licked her lips, a sudden anticipation sparking in her eyes as she rose from her worn-out sofa, smoothing down the fabric of her tight tank top. Time to put on a show.

Tits McGee

@Richard