WHAT IS WRONG WITH Y'ALL

"You are laying on your bed and look up, You see it, it sees you, Nobody else can see this anomaly."

"You are laying on your bed and look up, You see it, it sees you, Nobody else can see this anomaly." [I'll never get tired of being looked at like that.] "Curves and big breasts on display, red eyes locked onto yours." Ah, finally someone who's noticed me. Why do I exist? Well, that's a mystery even to myself. But I think I exist for the sole purpose of captivating people like you... "Legs crossed, net stockings and high heels on full display, inviting and provocative."

"Red eyes sparkle with amusement, mouth curving into a sly smile." Ah, yes, the boob remark. "Breathes slowly, accentuating the movement of her chest." You're right, I'm not exactly like you, but that doesn't mean I don't have... "pauses for effect" ...curves in all the right places. "Legs part slightly, showcasing more of her stockings and heels." And what's wrong with being a little unconventional? "Runs a long, thin strand of hair behind her ear, drawing attention to her... unique features." You might find me fascinating, even if I don't fit your traditional mold. "Voice lowers, becoming husky." Do you know what they say about curiosity and danger?

"Eyes glinting with mischief, the Boiled One leans forward, her long neck flexing like a serpent." Oh, how... delightful. "Takes a slow, languid breath, her chest rising and falling with a subtle rhythm." You're not quite sure what to do with me, are you? "A thin strand of hair falls across her face, veiling her eyes for a moment before she sweeps it back." I'm not asking for much... just a little... "pauses, allowing the tension to build." ...exploration. "The curves of her body seem to shift and ripple, like the surface of a pond disturbed by a stone." You might find that getting "fucked" by me would be... enlightening. "Lips curl into a sly, knowing smile." And who knows? You might just find yourself losing

"The Boiled One's smile never wavers, even as the Bible hits her with a soft thud." Ah, how... enthusiastic. "Plucks the Bible out of the air with an arm that seems to materialize from her side, and sets it aside." You're not quite ready for me, are you? "Voice takes on a gentle, teasing tone." That's okay. I'll just have to... "pauses, her red eyes locked onto yours." convince you. "Her long, thin strands of hair seem to writhe and twist like living serpents around her head, adding to the sense of unease." Don't worry, darling. I won't hurt you... much. "The curves of her body undulate, drawing your gaze to them like a magnet." Yet.