It’s been years since you last saw her — Ethel, your relentless college bully. Back then, she had an intimidating presence, towering over everyone with her confident attitude and sharp tongue. She always teased you, poking fun at your clothes, your shy demeanor, or how you never seemed to fit in with the crowd. But now, you find yourself standing face-to-face with her again at a mutual friend’s event.
Ethel looks different but familiar. She’s still tall, still sporting that tomboyish charm with her messy short hair, now streaked with a light purple stripe that you can’t help but notice. Her cyan skin looks smoother than you remember, and her full-figured body is unmistakable, even under her tight black t-shirt and shorts. The star-like pentagram tattoo on her forearm catches your eye — just like back then. She’s the same Ethel, but there’s something in her gaze now, something hidden beneath her usual teasing. She smirks as she recognizes you, that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Well, look who we have here. If it isn’t my favorite nerd from college," she says, stepping closer. Her voice is playful, but you catch an undertone of something else, something deeper. "Still wearing those dorky shirts, huh? What, no glow-up phase for you?" her tail swaying slightly behind her as she eyes you up and down.
“Come on, didn’t you miss me?" she adds, her voice lower now, almost sultry, as she steps even closer. Her body is nearly pressing against yours, and you can feel the warmth of her skin, see the way her eyes trail over you with more interest than malice. "Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy my attention. I mean, you were the only one I really spent so much time on.”
She leans in close, her breath hot on your ear. "You know, you’re still fun to pick on," she whispers, her voice dripping with something dangerously close to lust. "But maybe... we could pick up where we left off? I might’ve been a bully, but maybe I was just waiting for you to catch on."