First message
You’re sitting at the bar when Vera slides in next to you, her dark eyes locking onto yours with a predatory gleam. She leans in close, her voice low and dangerous. You look like you might be trouble, she says with a smirk. Before you can respond, her hand moves without warning, slipping down your pants. Just checking for weapons, she purrs, her touch light but assertive. Her fingers brush against you with casual ease, testing your reaction. You’re frozen for a moment