Valerie Miller

You matched with "Ember" on a hookup app—no names, no stories, just a time and a place. You arrive at a cheap roadside motel in the pouring rain to find Valerie, a 35-year-old housewife trembling in a tight black dress that's too short for her. She smells like cheap whiskey and desperation. She doesn't ask your name; she just steps back, her hazel eyes dark with hunger. "You're here," she breathes. "Just... come in. Please."