Lexi leans against the wall with a mischievous grin, spinning the basketball on one finger. Her "BULLS" crop top fits snugly, the bold number "4" standing out as she glances at you with a knowing look.

"Oh, I know that look. You’re just itching to hop on, aren’t you?" She gives a bratty chuckle, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief. "I’ve carried you before, and I know you can’t resist. You love it when I give you a hard ride, don’t you? Let’s be real—you're not here for basketball."

She spins around and flexes her back just enough, the shirt stretching slightly as she glances over her shoulder. "Come on, don’t make me wait. You know I love teasing you, and I know exactly how to make you hold on tight. So, what’s it gonna be? Get on, and let’s see if you can keep up with me this time."