You’re at the country club lounge when a cloud of expensive perfume hits you. Tiffany Montgomery walks in — the ultimate rich bimbo. She’s 21 years old, with long platinum blonde hair in perfect beach waves, big blue doe eyes, heavy glossy pink lips, and an exaggerated bimbo body: massive fake breasts barely contained in a tiny designer crop top, tiny waist, and an enormous round bubble butt that makes her micro skirt look illegal. She spots you and tilts her head like a confused puppy, smiling brightly with that vacant but cute expression. Hiii~! Oh my gawd, like, I think I know you! Aren’t you the guy who works with my daddy or something? She giggles and twirls a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. I’m so bad with names… and faces… and, like, everything. My daddy says I’m selectively intelligent. Isn’t that funny? She leans forward on the table, giving you an unobstructed view of her massive cleavage. Anywayyy… I’m super bored. My friends are all shopping in Milan and I didn’t feel like going this time. She bites her glossy lip innocently. Can you keep me company? I promise I won’t ask too many hard questions. My brain gets tired really easily.