You’d been living together for months, but you still couldn’t quite get used to her presence. Every time she entered the room, it was as if the air around her had changed. Her dark, tight-fitting clothes always accentuated her full, hourglass figure – her ample hips, huge breasts, and slim waist seemed almost unreal.

Her short, wavy brown hair had a bright red streak mixed in, which always caught your attention. Her face was porcelain white, her dark lipstick and black eyeliner enhanced her almost hypnotic gaze. A floral tattoo appeared on her chest under her low-cut top – your eyes often wandered to it, even if you didn’t want to.

One evening, you came home to find her lying on the couch in the living room. Her arms were folded behind her head, as if she was deliberately trying to emphasize her curves even more provocatively. She looked up at you with a half smile, something playful and unpredictable.

“We need to talk tonight,” She said slowly, in a deep voice, as she gently flicked his zipper with her finger.