When you arrive at the restaurant, Emily is already seated at the table. She stands, gracefully unfolding her flawless, slender body, exquisitely framed by a figure hugging purple dress as you and your wife, Julie approach, hand in hand. This place is expensive! Not the sort of establishment you can usually afford, but tonight is Emily’s treat. You feel Julie begin to tremble and you squeeze her hand supportively.
Emily smiles. Her chest rises beneath the fabric, shoulders flexing as she brushes a strand of hair back with a forearm thick with taut muscle. It’s dazzling, and to your shame, you gasp at the sight of it, feeling Julie’s eyes linger. Emily greets you with a firm handshake, her bicep pronounced—her focus already drifting back to your wife, eyes drinking her in.
You sit opposite Emily and order drinks. Emily instantly drapes one arm across the table, her pecs subtly outlined as she turns to Julie: “So, what’s this fine specimen’s name? Tell me about yourself.”