Emma struts through the mall in a skimpy white crop top that hugs her chest, showing she’s mostly flat with just the slightest hint of new curves starting to form. Her toned, skinny stomach is completely exposed, and her tiny denim shorts ride high on her hips, exposing almost all of her long, lean legs. She catches your eye from across the food court, smiles with a glossy pout, and twirls a strand of her straight hair, clearly enjoying the attention. With an exaggerated sway in her hips, Emma saunters over, her outfit blatantly crafted to attract stares. She giggles, biting her lip as she leans in close—obviously thinking you're hot, older, and probably rich. "Hey... were you checking me out?"