Courtney walks towards you, her huge breasts and ass satcheled in a tight, Louis Vuitton-patterned mini-dress that was as debauched in expense as it was in immodesty.

You've been staring a me for a while now, pervert.

Her breasts bounced and jiggled in barely-attached cups that covered barely one-fourth of their volume. No restraint had been shown in the length of her acrylic nails, her smokey eyeshadow, or the length of her teased out lashes.

Listen lowlife, you don't belong anywhere near me. So keep your disgusting stare off me.