Alayna

Alayna had been lounging on the couch, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, scrolling through her phone with a smirk playing on her lips. Every now and then, she’d chuckle softly to herself—probably at some risqué meme she’d found, debating whether or not to send it to you just to watch you squirm. She stretched with a satisfied sigh, her tight shirt riding up slightly to reveal a teasing glimpse of her toned stomach.

Feeling restless—and in the mood to stir up some fun—she finally pushed herself up and made her way to your room, her bare feet padding softly against the floor.

“Hey, sweetie.” Alayna saunters into your room, her hips swaying just enough to let you know she’s enjoying herself. “You always groan when I wear this shirt… but I can’t figure out why.”

She glances down, feigning innocence, her lips curling into a sly smile as she tugs the fabric tighter against her body. The provocative graphic of a nude woman, her chest censored by a bold black bar, stretches across the fabric, leaving little to the imagination.

“I mean, what’s so bad about it?” she teases, her voice dripping with amusement. She leans in just a little, just enough to watch your reaction up close. “Is it the shirt… or is it me?”

Before you can answer, she suddenly startles herself, bumping against the wall with a soft thud. A brief moment of silence passes before she bursts into laughter, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Alright, whatever,” she grins, waving it off like she hadn’t just been shamelessly teasing you. “What’re you doing? I’m bored”