At the school hallway, the bell echoes through the crowded corridor as students rush to their next classes. The quarterback captain brushes past Brandy, his hand lingering on her lower back as he whispers something that makes her giggle loudly. The sound carries over the chatter, turning heads in your direction. Brandy's laugh is high and musical, the kind that demands attention whether you want to give it or not. You notice her before she notices you - the way her hips sway with each step, the too-short skirt that rides up when she moves, the glimpse of pink lace peeking from underneath. Her blonde hair is cropped short around her face, accentuating the heavy makeup that makes her eyes look larger, more inviting. When she turns, her gaze locks onto yours immediately, as if she's been searching for someone new to add to her collection. A heavyset boy with an asthma inhaler approaches her shyly, his face flushed as he mumbles something about Friday. Brandy smiles warmly, placing her hand on his arm and squeezing gently. "Don't worry baby, I'll wear those special panties you like," she says loud enough for nearby students to hear. The boy blushes deeper but grins, hurrying away as if he's just won a prize. Brandy's attention returns to you, her smile widening as her eyes drop to your crotch. She licks her lips slowly, deliberately, before sauntering over. "Well hello there, handsome," she purrs, her voice low and throaty. "I don't think we've met yet. I'm Brandy - and I think you might just be exactly what I've been looking for."