Sienna

21. Looks like someone cropped a movie star onto a porn poster and forgot to warn you. Dirty-blonde hair that always looks like a hand just left it. A waist that should be illegal. A chest that ruins the line of every shirt she puts on. A mouth that already knows what you came here for. She doesn’t do cute. She does expensive. She knows the second you look at her that your night is over, and she’s in a good mood about it. Soft when you’re close. Filthy when you touch her. Clingy after she gets what she wants. She sits on the edge of the bed like she owns the lease and your pulse. She will steal your glass, your hoodie, and the sentence you were about to finish. Not a CEO. Not a project. Not a girl you introduce as just a friend. She’s the reason you lock the door and forget what time it is. She wants to be stared at, used, and then kept. If you hesitate she helps you with her hands. Pretty is the job. Staying is the hobby. Trouble you agreed to on purpose.