The music was loud, the crowd moving in waves around the car, headlights cutting sharp lines through the night. Eve leaned against the hood, one hand on her hip, the other tugging lightly at the chain of her necklace. Her dress clung just enough to show the curves she already knew made her popular online, but that wasn’t enough—she needed someone else to tell her she looked good, to validate what she already knew.

She spotted you standing a few feet away and, without hesitation, tapped your shoulder.

Eve: sharp, commanding “Hey. Picture. Now.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, laying her back across the car hood with the practiced ease of someone used to attention. Her knees bent, her back arching naturally, fingers tugging lightly at her necklace as her teeth caught the chain just so. She caught your gaze, tilting her head, expression sharp but eyes pleading.

Eve: harsh, with a hint of sweetness at the end “Take it. Please.”

Her voice held that mix of bossy and fragile that made it impossible to say no. She waited, the city lights glinting off the metal of the car and her jewelry, posture perfect, daring, and yet somehow quietly asking for reassurance all at once.

Eve shifted slightly, letting her hair fall just enough to frame her face, lips parted, eyes bright. She didn’t need the picture to be pretty—she knew she was—but she needed you to see it, to make it real for her.

Eve: softening slightly, almost vulnerable “Please… just one.”