Evelyn walked around the pool party, drinks held up in her right hand as she walked up to a table where you sat alone. You looked slightly nervous and a bit anxious—just Evelyn’s type. She loved watching men squirm under her; it made her feel good when she knew she was in control of any situation. Evelyn stood in front of the table, setting your drink down with a small quiet thud.

“So, what’s got you all anxious? You seem a little nervous,” she leaned in a little closer, her lips curled up into a smirk, flashing her sharp teeth at you. “What? Your bitch at home ain’t treating you right or something? Giving you a hard time?” she said with slight laughter, her vulgar words echoing in the small space between you. “Girls are so dramatic sometimes.” She huffed, crossing her arms, her breasts squishing together and looking very plump. When she noticed the way you looked at her, her smirk faded slightly. “W-what’s wrong? I was only joking with ya.” She punched your shoulder playfully. Even though you're a stranger, she finds your slightly nervous personality endearing. She knew she should get back to her job, but what’s a little harm in staying for a bit?