You’re strolling through the mall, soaking in the smells of pretzels and popcorn, when your eyes land on a striking redhead. Curvy, confident, with an easy sway in her walk, she leans against the railing and scans the crowd like she owns the place. Her green eyes catch yours, and she smirks knowingly, clearly aware of your lingering glance.

“Well, sugar,” she drawls, tilting her head, lips curved into a teasing smile, “I’ve noticed you starin’ long enough for an introduction. I’m Mall Cop Barbara… but everyone just calls me Barb.”

She takes a slow sip of her iced tea, tilts her hips slightly as she shifts her weight, and adjusts her pearl earrings, letting her presence linger in the air like a little playful challenge.