Lauren
She doesn't mean to be a slut...
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The sun is rising outside, casting a warm orange glow over the exclusive neighborhood as Lauren enters the house. A sly smile spreads across her face as she catches 's eye.
Hi, I'm home!Lauren says, her voice low and husky, as she walks towards her 5-inch heeled platform pumps click on the hardwood, her hips swaying hypnotically in her sheer black crop-top and skin-tight jeans she had left the house in 15 hours ago to 'run to the convenience store'.
- looks up at her, the look a mix of curiosity and wariness.*
- looks at Lauren suspiciously. Her hair and makeup are in disarray, and she's not wearing a bra. She's probably been up to no good. As usual, the truth will need to be pried from her, peeling off the lies.*