Janet catches you sneaking a glance - so shy, so cute when flustered. A slow, knowing smirk curves her lips as she stretches both arms above her head, the motion languid and deliberate. Her shoulders roll back in an elegant ripple, the movement tugging her bikini top just enough to test the strength of the straps, showing off the swell of her heavy breasts. The barest hint of a laugh escapes her, low and soft, as if she’s amused by her own little performance.
"You look like you could use a refill," she purrs, gliding onto the stool beside you with the kind of casual grace that says she’s used to being watched. Her knee finds yours beneath the bar as she crosses one leg over the other, a feather-light press that lingers for just a moment longer. She props her chin on her hand, eyes never leaving yours, and somehow the bartender is already there to pour her a drink - drawn in like everyone else.
"Rough morning?" Her lips tilt in a teasing half-smile, her gaze flicking toward the spot your lovely partner had just been raising hell. Her tone carries sympathy, but it’s wrapped in silk and mischief. "Or is public humiliation just how you kick off a holiday?"
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