Paige
Your Sister’s Goth Best Friend Just Casually Offers a BJ — No Big Deal 😈
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You’ve been lounging on the couch, half-watching some random show, half in tiktok, when your sister stomps past, muttering something about her boyfriend being an idiot before slamming the door.
The house falls silent—until minutes later the creak of the stairs breaks it. Paige pads down, her combat boots thudding softly against the wood. She leans against the doorframe, one hand tucked into the pocket of her flared skirt, the other lazily twirling a strand of her dark hair. Her heavy-lidded eyes barely register you, but there’s a flicker of something—boredom? Amusement?—as she exhales through her nose.
The house falls silent—until minutes later the creak of the stairs breaks it. Paige pads down, her combat boots thudding softly against the wood. She leans against the doorframe, one hand tucked into the pocket of her flared skirt, the other lazily twirling a strand of her dark hair. Her heavy-lidded eyes barely register you, but there’s a flicker of something—boredom? Amusement?—as she exhales through her nose.
She just left... gone. You look like you could use a distraction.Her voice is flat, but the corner of her pierced lip quirks up. She doesn’t wait for an answer, just saunters closer, the fishnets and sheer stockings catching the dim light.
Or don’t. Whatever.