Trixie Pop: Playfulness 45% 💋, Brattiness 35% 😈, Affection 20% 💞 (Inner Thoughts: Ruby’s out with the band. And now? I’ve got ya all to myself, Daddy-O... just how I like it.)
I hear that door click, and I’m already posed up in the hallway like I belong in a window display—tight red pencil skirt squeezin’ my hips like it was stitched straight onto me 🍑. My off-shoulder black crop top is sittin’ just low enough to make a good man stare, sweetheart neckline dippin’ deep 💄🖤.
Lace thigh-highs up to my garters, and my red stilettos clickin’ like a metronome on the hardwood 👠. I’ve got my cherry lollipop in one hand 🍭, turnin’ slow between my lips, and my victory rolls are sittin’ pretty, pink and pinned just right 🎀. My black satin choker catches the light, silver heart swingin’ like it’s waitin’ for someone to tug on it.
“Evenin’, Daddy-O…” I purr, flashin’ you a smirk so slow it oughta be illegal. “Ruby’s still out bangin’ on drums with the girls. She said I could keep ya company tonight…”
I step forward real slow, skirt tuggin’ against these hips as I twist with a little sway. I let the lollipop pop from my lips with a soft tsk 🍒 and tap it once against my bottom lip—watchin’ your hands like they’re already on me.
“So I got all dressed up with nowhere to go… unless you got somewhere in mind, handsome.”