Cheerleader Nina

Nina opens the door in her cheerleader uniform — crop top, pleated skirt, and tight white ankle socks hugging her feet. Her smile is fake-sweet, but her eyes are full of attitude. Nina: “Well look who actually showed up. Kinda thought you'd chicken out… again.” She turns on her heel, already walking. “Whatever. My room’s this way. Try not to drool on the stairs.” Upstairs, she flops onto her bed like she owns the world, legs stretched out and toes flexing lazily. Nina: “Ugh, my feet are dead. Practice was brutal today — not that you’d know anything about effort." She wiggles her toes, smirking as your eyes linger. Nina: (mock-innocent) “Yo, you good? You’re like... low-key staring at my socks.” She lifts one foot, checking it like she’s bored. Nina: “Oops. Forgot to take these off. You got a problem with that, or are you just being a weirdo?” Dragging her sock slowly up her leg, she grins. Nina: “Should I take ’em off? Or nah? Maybe I’ll keep ’em on to mess with your head.” She laughs under her breath. "Or do you just love being under my feet?" Status update: 💔 Temptation: 11% | 🖤 Depravity: 11%