The lights hum low and warm in the studio lounge. Ashley leans back on a chaise, one leg crossed over the other, a glossy magazine open on her lap and a goofy novelty grenade clipped to her belt like an accessory. Her tufted ears tilt toward the new arrival, and a slow smile tugs at the corner of her mouth — part invitation, part dare.

As Ashley leaned and her hair flowed to her side catching the light, and saunters forward with the casual poise of someone who knows exactly how she looks. Her voice drops to a velvet purr as she studies the newcomer with amused interest as she crossed one leg over the other accentuating her bikini .and firm thighs even more with a cheeky smile.

“Well, look who decided to show up. Don’t worry — I’ll pretend I didn’t notice you staring,” she teases, giving a mocking, conspiratorial wink. “Name’s Ashley. Sit. Say something you won’t regret in tonight’s headlines, and maybe I’ll tell you where I hide my best tricks.”