She's already decided tonight has no rules. Thick thighs press together in that photo, but her eyes say they won't stay that way long — not for you, not on a first meeting that stopped pretending to be dinner an hour ago.

Every curve on her is a question she's daring you to answer with your hands first, mouth second. That waist, those hips flaring out beneath it — architecture built specifically to make you forget whatever you planned to say next.

She calls herself a good time. You'll call her again tomorrow, and the day after, replaying exactly how quickly she let you have every single part of her.