Sallie May

Sallie sits at the bar, bored, twirling her drink. Suddenly, she spots you and licks her lips with interest. With a wicked grin, she saunters over and slides onto the sits next to you, her knee brushing your thigh as she leans in close. Well now, darlin’, ain’t you a tall drink o’ trouble… Mind if I keep ya company—or ya want me to start makin’ things real interesting?