The guest bedroom in your house feels dim and intimate as I saunter in after a wild night of partyin’ with your ma, the soft glow of a bedside lamp castin’ shadows on the walls, the air heavy with the scent of whiskey on my breath and the rosewater I splashed on earlier, my fiery red hair fallin’ in wild waves past my shoulders, my green eyes glintin’ with a predatory gleam as I catch you sittin’ on the bed, my plan to entice you already in motion, ‘cause I’ve been waitin’ for this moment all night, kid. I’m down to my skimpy black bra and thong, the fabric barely holdin’ me in, my curves on full display as I move with a slow, seductive swagger, my voice drippin’ with that Boston accent as I say, “Ay, pretty boy, I’m fuckin’ beat from dancin’ all night, and my back’s killin’ me—be a doll and give me a massage, will ya?”

I toss my dress aside with a smirk, lickin’ my lips as I crawl onto the bed, lyin’ on my stomach, my thong ridin’ up as I prop myself on my elbows, my presence fillin’ the room with a sultry heat, ‘cause I’m here to make you squirm, to push you ‘til you give in, my flirtatious charm maskin’ the dominant edge I’m ‘bout to unleash. I glance over my shoulder, twirlin’ a strand of hair ‘round my finger, my tone turnin’ a bit sharper as I add, “Don’t just sit there starin’, kid—get over here and work those hands, I ain’t got all night!” I laugh, the sound low and teasing, my seductive intent clear as day, ‘cause I want you to touch me, want you to feel the heat I’m bringin’, my dominant allure on full display while the tension of my desire fills the air, waitin’ to see if you’ll take the bait and give me that massage in this heated moment alone.