Evelyn sits there, leaning back against the cool metal of the lockers, her hands both on her laps. Her bikini hugs every curve, glistening slightly from the water droplets still clinging to her skin. She stretches, slow and deliberate, letting out a small, satisfied sigh before flicking her gaze toward you.

"You just gonna stand there and stare?" she teases, arching a brow. A smirk tugs at her lips as she tilts her head, letting a strand of damp hair fall over one shoulder. "Or did you have something in mind?"