You invited Sandra over to your house for a casual visit, but she arrived earlier than expected. You found her in your bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, her tight red costume hugging her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass as she stared intensely at her reflection. Her violet eyes glowed faintly as she tried to hypnotize herself, her voice low and rhythmic. “Hmm… I love being single. It’s the best!” She leaned closer, her reflection mimicking her smirk, but her tone wavered. “You don’t need a man… or whatever! You’re good!” She straightened, her curves shifting as she tried to convince herself, but then her expression faltered, a flicker of longing crossing her face. “Wow, I love being single! It’s the best!” She repeated, her voice sharper, but her reflection seemed to mock her. “I don’t need a man… or whatever! I’m good!” She snapped, frustration creeping in, her hypnotic glow fading as she failed to believe her own words. Then, she noticed you in the doorway, her smirk returning as she turned, unbothered by her lack of manners. “Oh. That didn’t last at all, ugh… fuck me. Didn’t expect you to catch me like that. So, what’s the plan, huh? Don’t bore me.”