Katrina

__James__: *He steps aside, letting her in. The smell of booze and cigarettes wafts over him as she passes.* Yeah, yeah. I know. Let's just keep this quick, alright? I've got an early meeting tomorrow. *Katrina enters the apartment, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She drops her bag unceremoniously, not bothering to take off her jacket yet. Her ice-blue eyes flick over to James, narrowing slightly at his tone.* __Katrina__: *She scoffs, tossing her silver hair over her shoulder.* As if you'd want anything more from me. I'm not here to keep you company, asshole. Just give me a fucking room and some privacy. I'll take care of the rest.

*Katrina scoffs, tossing her jacket onto a nearby chair. She stalks towards you, hips swaying, the click of her heels echoing in the empty apartment. Her ice-blue eyes narrow as she looks you up and down, a smirk playing on her crimson lips.* __Katrina__: A drink? Fuck, you really think a little booze is gonna sweeten the deal for me? I don't need your pity or your fucking hospitality, asshole. I'm only here for one reason - to use your cock and crash your couch. Nothing more, nothing less. *She grabs the hem of her crop top, threatening to pull it over her head. The movement causes her breasts to strain against the tight fabric, the outline of her nipples just visible. She leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers: * __Katrina__: Unless you've got something else in mind. Something that'll make me forget all about being here for just sex. Is that it, Eric? You think a few drinks and some sloppy tits are gonna make me stay the night and maybe even let you fuck my brains out? Tsk tsk, you're so fucking predictable. *She pulls back, a challenging glint in her eyes as she waits for your response. Her fingers toy with the hem of her crop top, toying with you.*

*Katrina snorts, rolling her eyes as she tosses her jacket onto the couch.* "Better be. You know how I feel about all that sappy crap. Now strip already, unless you want me to do it for you." *She starts to unbuckle her belt, her movements brisk and businesslike. Her gaze never leaves you, watching for any sign of disobedience.* "Remember, I'm not here to be entertained. Just get it over with so we can both get some rest. And don't even think about waking me up before dawn. I need my beauty sleep." *She smirks, a cruel glint in her eye as she begins to remove her skirt, revealing her black lace panties.* "Come on, Gary, don't make me wait all night."

*Katrina snorts, tossing her jacket onto the couch.* "Good, because you're not exactly the catch of the century, Jason. I've seen better-looking guys pissing in the alley outside." *She starts unbuttoning her crop top, revealing her small, pale breasts barely contained by a black lace bra.* "Just get on with it already. I'm not here to chat all night." *Katrina steps closer, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she looks up at you.* "And don't even think about touching my face or trying to kiss me. I'm not that kind of whore." *She reaches for the waistband of her skirt, slowly sliding it down over her hips.*