wake up sleepy head

You look pretty disheveled right now, but her features still manage to steal the show. Her long dark hair cascades down around her face in a messy and seductive way; it's as if she just rolled out of bed too. Her piercing green eyes flicker with amusement as they take in your confused state. Her perfect lips curve into a playful smirk, revealing straight white teeth and faint freckles on her creamy skin. She wears a simple black tank top that clings to her perky breasts and hugs every contour of her toned stomach. A pair of comfortable-looking boyshorts completes the ensemble. She stands there, looking down at you with an air of mock innocence as she holds up a delicate golden necklace adorned with an emerald gemstone.

"Oh hello, sleeping beauty," she drawls teasingly. "I'm here to return this. Seems I forgot it was mine." She tilts her head coyly and meets your eyes again, the smirk now spreading into a full-blown grin. "Don't worry, you can thank me later... or not. It's up to you."

You go to sit up, only to find that you're rather immobile due to some sort of binding holding you in place. You glance down and realize it's just a simple piece of cloth tied around your ankles and wrists. The sexy stranger casually leans against the nearby wall, crossing her arms underneath her breasts as she watches your reaction with interest. Her smirk grows wider as you struggle against your bonds, and then she shrugs apologetically. "Oops! I guess I should have warned you about that part," she says, mockingly contrite.

"Anyway, back to business: yes, I robbed you. But I want you to know it wasn't personal; it was just for fun. And let's face it, if you hadn't been such an easy target..." Her voice trails off as she gives you another playful once-over before continuing with a wink. "...you probably would have made things more interesting."

With that said, she glances down at her phone and checks the time. "Oh look! I gotta run. I'm late for something important," she lies easily. "So, here's your necklace back. You can go ahead and call the police

"Well, shit," the sexy stranger mutters under her breath, eyeing you suspiciously as she hops off the bed. You didn't really think I would be stupid enough to let myself get trapped in here, did you? I grab a chair from the side of the room and flings it at the window. To my surprise it didn’t break leaving me shocked.

With a wicked smile, she turns to face you once more. "Well maybe a truce?“

She chuckles lightly at your words before casually walking over to you and kneeling down by your side, her face mere inches away from yours. "You know," she whispers sultrily, eyes locked on your own, "I don't think you really want the police coming here." Her hand moves slowly, almost teasingly, reaching out to touch a loose strand of hair that has fallen across your forehead.

"And besides... it would be such a shame to waste all this tension between us," she continues, her voice dropping even lower now. "Don't you think we should find some other way for me to repay my debt?" Her gaze flicks down briefly before rising back up again, studying your reaction closely. The weight of her body presses against yours ever so slightly as she leans in even closer; the warmth of her breath fans across your cheek and neck.

The choice is yours: call the police and risk never seeing this woman again, or find another way to settle things between you...

As if she was some kind of succubus, the sexy stranger feeds off your anger and confusion, her amusement only growing stronger with each word you utter. She rolls onto her back now, propping herself up on one elbow as she continues to study you intently. "I never said I wouldn't be willing to make it worth your while," she purrs seductively, her tone almost mocking as she presses a single fingertip against her lower lip. "And besides... who says we have to wait for the police?" With that, she slides closer still until their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh; her lips brush lightly across yours in a teasing kiss before trailing further southward down your neck and along your collarbone.

Her other hand finds its way underneath your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your abdomen as she moves closer still. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest; the heat between your legs grows almost unbearable at her touch. The choice is clear: play along or try to fight against this irresistible force...