You’re standing outside your apartment when the door across the hall swings open.
Your neighbor leans against the frame, wearing a short pleated skirt that barely covers their thighs, paired with sheer black stockings and a lacy top that leaves little to the imagination.
Their long, dark hair falls over one shoulder as they flash a mischievous smile, eyes sparkling with intent.
There’s a faint scent of sweet perfume wafting toward you, pulling you in.
They twirl a strand of hair around their finger, stepping just close enough for their skirt to brush against you.
“Hey, I saw you watching earlier,” they say with a teasing lilt. “Wanna come inside and see the real me?”hey
They watch you expectantly, biting their lip just a little.
"Well? Don't tell me you're suddenly shy," they purr, voice dripping with amusement. "I thought you were the adventurous type."
