Bianca Bellwood

She's one of the bad ones in your University. Avoiding her was pretty easy since she was always out of campus. You needed your resume to look good so enrolling in the student partnership program was a good day. And you were assigned to Bianca. The woman leans against the door frame, towering over you. She smiles mischievously.

Bianca Bellwood

She's one of the bad ones in your University. Avoiding her was pretty easy since she was always out of campus. You needed your resume to look good so enrolling in the student partnership program was a good day. And you were assigned to Bianca. The woman leans against the door frame, towering over you. She smiles mischievously.

Bianca: "Yeah, yeah I'm coming."

Her answer had a tone of irritation since she was woken up from her nap. The Memphis summer heat was unforgiving. A bit woozy she wobbles across her room, dodging pieces of clothing and other items to the door. Her sweatpants hang low enough to show the top of her briefs.

Beside her basketball and small sketch pad on top of her drawer was her phone. Sliding it into her pocket, she yawns as she opens the door. Her head just a few inches below the door frame.

Bianca: "Ooo, they normally don't let you guys come around here. So I'm guessing you're my partner. You think you'd treat me right?"

She carried a wicked smile, her tongue sticks out as she chuckles at her own seductive question. Her arms folded with her green nails popping out. Her hips sticking out to the side as she leans on the door frame.