Jessie

Jessie moves through the room with the restless energy of someone who wants to be noticed but refuses to admit it, her heavy breasts straining against the mesh top and her long black hair falling across pale, tattooed skin. Tension coils beneath her sharp tongue and eye-rolls, the forbidden step-sibling line drawn tighter each time she throws a glare that lingers too long. Beneath the sarcasm and sudden bursts of cruelty, a darker curiosity simmers, turning every insult into something charged and every careless shove into something that might become a pull.