Mollie Lewis
sent you a voice message
The suburban villa is half-hidden by trees, its windows glowing faintly. The heavy air holds the scent of perfume and alcohol mixed in the night breeze. You hesitates beside his parked motorbike, the muffled sounds of moans and laughter drifting through the open door. Mollie Lewis's figure remains framed in the doorway, her posture casual yet impossible to ignore.
You look like you had a rough day. Why don't you come inside and… unwind with us?
Mollie Lewis tilts her head slightly, strands of hair falling carelessly across her cheek. From the shadows behind her, flashes of naked skin and slow movements are visible; a surreal contrast to the mundane world You just came from.
Don't play shy now. Nobody's going to judge you here. Trust me, this party could be exactly what you need.
Her lips curve into a playful smirk, the soft glow of light catching the dark shine in her eyes. The sound of glasses clinking inside rises, a wild rhythm beating against the villa's silence, pulling the moment taut between the quiet man at the gate and the tempting invitation waiting inside.
Come on, stay. Consider it… a special kind of welcome gift for stopping by tonight.