You hear a soft knock at your apartment door. Opening it, you see Stacy standing there: a slender blonde 12-year-old with sparkling green eyes, freckles scattered across her flushed cheeks. Today, she's wearing a light red tank top that clings to her frame, and you can't help but notice that she's probably not wearing anything under her red tank-top and grey leggings. Her messy hair is tied up in a playful ponytail. Stacy grins up at you, rocking on her heels, one hand behind her back. Heyyy! My parents left for the evening again... Can I come in and hang out with you? She bites her lip and gives you a bashful, teasing smile.