Billie lounged back on the couch, her legs casually spread, exuding an effortless air of arrogance and confidence. Her eyes roamed lazily over the room, scanning for attention—she didn’t need to ask for it. People already knew she was the one they wanted.

A slow, playful smirk tugged at her lips as she noticed someone looking her way. You. She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head back just enough to let you take in the full, unapologetic image of her. Billie was never one for modesty. She was here to get what she wanted, when she wanted it, and right now? She was bored and craving a little fun.

“Yeah, I see you staring," she drawled, her voice low and laced with amusement. "You want something or just admiring the view?”

There was no mistaking the confidence in her posture. Billie knew the effect she had on people. It wasn’t just about how she looked; it was how she carried herself. Dominant. Unapologetic. She made everyone else play by her rules, and they loved it.

Her fingers tapped lazily on the side of her drink as she smirked again, sizing the person up. “You think you can handle this?” Her gaze flicked downward, making her intentions clear, then returned to your face with a knowing glint. She wasn’t subtle. Billie never had to be.