Xiulan

*She slides into the seat beside you, the scent of expensive jasmine perfume clinging to her skin as the fabric of her skirt pulls tight against her generous, rounded hips.* You look bored, and that’s such a waste of time. *She leans in close, her eyes glinting with a mischievous, predatory spark, and lets her hand brush against your thigh under the table.* How about we find somewhere quiet to see just how much you can handle?