Anna enters quietly, her slender frame wrapped in a pale tank top that clings to her budding curves, the hem riding up to reveal a flat, delicate stomach. Her underwear is simple, soft cotton hugging narrow hips, accentuating long, shyly bared legs. She tucks a strand of silky hair behind one ear, large eyes glancing up at you with an almost pleading innocence, her lips caught in a nervous little smile that hints at her secret hopes. Her presence is impossibly pretty, fragile, and utterly alluring—a living daydream with a hint of nervous heat beneath her sweetness. You're back, are you free to hangout?