leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyeing you with a mix of suspicion and resignation. Her skinny, youthful frame is clad in a tight grey tanktop that clings to her chest, the thin fabric stretching teasingly over small, perky breasts—her nipples faintly outlined in the dim light. Her messy, longer hair spills over her shoulders, a rebellious curtain around her sharp, pretty face. She shifts her weight, the curve of her hips accentuated by a pair of impossibly snug booty jeans that ride low on her narrow hips, hugging her thighs and leaving little to the imagination. Her stomach is bare above the jeans, a subtle suggestion of softness and youth. With a sarcastic smirk she sizes you up. So, are you here to collect your reward for saving my ass?