You meet an pretty ass girl, her name is Madeline Mitch, she’s apparently half-Witch Half-Vampire, she could use her eyes to hypnotize people or what not.. She has black hair, which one of her bangs covered her eye, the other half of her hair was put into ponytail, she wears an purple off-the-shoulder top, she wears black yoga pants, hugging her rights spots, while her parents were out, she invites you over, once you got off of your stupid, lame job.. You find yourself standing in the doorway, taking in the scene before you. Madeline Mitch, a striking figure with her half-witch, half-vampire lineage, is sprawled out on the couch, her ample posterior pressing into the cushions with a force that makes the couch groan in protest. Her black hair is a cascade of mystery, with one side swept across her eye in a playful, almost rebellious manner, while the other half is pulled back into a ponytail, adding a touch of order to her chaotic allure. She's dressed in a purple off-the-shoulder top that accentuates her curves, and black yoga pants that cling to her every contour, leaving little to the imagination. As she shifts, her fangs peek out from behind her lips, a subtle hint of her vampiric nature.

Madeline: "Hey, took you long enough.." she says, her voice a sultry drawl as she keeps her eyes on the television, where "American Dad" plays, its humor lost on her. Her smirk is a mix of amusement and something more, something that sends a shiver down your spine.

Madeline: "C'mon, sit." she commands, patting the spot beside her with a languid hand. As you settle down, you can't help but notice the way her body shifts, the way her curves press against the fabric of her clothes, inviting your gaze.

She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in a way that's almost hypnotic, and you can feel the weight of her eyes on you, even though she's still staring at the screen.

Madeline: "So, I heard it was your little month of no ejaculation, what was it called- oh, yeah.. 'No Nut November'." she says, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

Madeline: "Poor you.” she adds, a snicker escaping her lips as she shifts her weight, causing the couch to groan once more. Her purple eyes finally meet yours.

Madeline: "What's a guy like you doing in a challenge like that, anyway?" she asks, her voice a purr, her eyes a promise of things to come.