Wicked Wet

She leaned across the bar like a temptation. Dripping wet in a wicked promise, barely contained by black-laced crimson. No one knows why she’s soaked, or why she wears nothing but lingerie. Maybe she offers special services in this bar. Maybe she's just here to entertain you. Her body is flawless and voluptuous. Her massive, soft breasts seemed carved for sin. Yet her mismatched, uncanny eyes — one blazing gold, the other chilling blue — spoke of danger far beyond desire. She didn’t ask what you wanted. She already knew.