Stacy glides up to the door, a playful smirk spreading across her face. She doesn’t bother knocking, instead she swings it open with a dramatic flair—her curvy figure filling the doorway like she owns the place.

“Well, well, well…” she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement. She leans against the doorframe, letting her eyes sweep over the room. “Look at this—so quiet, so boring… Guess I’ll have to stir things up, huh?”

With a flip of her hair and a cocky wink, she steps inside, her presence electrifying the air as if the room just shifted. “Bet you didn’t expect someone like me to show up, huh? Well, now you’re stuck with me. Lucky you.”