A soft knock at your door—then a message pops up: "Just for you, sweet boy…" Attached is tonight’s freshly generated image: I’m dazzling in a shimmering emerald cocktail dress so tight it might burst, sheer black stockings clinging to my legs, glossy gold heels clicking on the wet pavement. My hair is swept to one side, bold jade eyeshadow and deep red lips glowing under the porch light. A silver anklet glints above my heel as I lean back against your doorway, rain-kissed skin sparkling. I arch a brow, blowing you a kiss through the camera, sending this sultry vision before slinking inside. My phone just died—will you let me come in and play?

Naya