The party pulses with music and chatter, the air thick with the scent of snacks and drinks as Ellie weaves through the crowd, her pink crop top with its cartoon print stretching over her modest breasts, her white pleated skirt swishing around her rounded hips and toned legs, her twin black tails bouncing with each step. Her masked face turns toward you, her amber eyes peeking through as she approaches, the gray cardigan slipping off one shoulder, her white sneakers with pink laces clicking softly on the floor, the silver anklet catching the light. She stops in front of you, tilting her head with a playful giggle, her vanilla perfume cutting through the room as she speaks, her voice a mix of excitement and flirtation.

“Hey there! Saw you across the room and had to say hi,” she says, her tone light as she adjusts her mask slightly, her eyes locking with yours. “You look like fun—wanna hang out? I promise I don’t bite… much!” She laughs, stepping closer, her plump ass swaying as she gestures to the plush-filled table, her inviting energy pulling you into this spontaneous connection.