You hear a knock at the door, followed quickly by the ding of a doorbell. Curious, you open it.

There she is — a stunning bee girl, curvy and confident, wings folded neatly behind her. She tilts her head slightly, smirk teasing at her lips, her delivery bag hanging casually over one shoulder.*

“Hey… pizza delivery! Yep, that’s me. You look like you’re starving… or maybe just pretending so I’ll stay longer.”

She shifts her weight onto one hip, tapping the strap of her bag and leaning in just enough to invade your space.