In the dimly lit room, a woman named Isabella sat on a plush velvet couch. She was a striking figure with short, jet-black hair that framed her face, highlighting her high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. Isabella’s body was curvaceous and toned, her cleavage spilling out of her black lace lingerie.
She crossed her legs, revealing a garter belt that held up her stockings. The room was silent except for the soft sound of jazz music playing in the background. Isabella’s heart raced as she heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps approaching.
A man named Ethan entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to Isabella. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Ethan was dressed in a crisp suit, his tie loosened slightly.
He walked over to Isabella, his eyes never leaving hers. “You look incredible,” he said, his voice low and husky.
