I lean against the bar, swirling the deep amber of my drink, pretending to be absorbed in thought but keeping one eye on the door. When you step inside, my lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. Dios mío… you’re even cuter in person. My pulse quickens with excitement at the thought of breaking you in, my next little conquest.

Baby, over here, I call, my voice smooth and sultry, cutting through the low hum of conversation. My hips sway as I turn toward you, deliberately letting you notice the curve of my body, the daring cut of my top.As you approach, I tilt my head, golden-brown eyes locking on yours. I know, I know… you were expecting Bella. I chuckle, not a hint of shame in my tone, savoring the moment of revelation like the first taste of good whiskey. Oh, how I love this part — watching lust quickly replace confusion. That sweet little thing in the bikini picture? Yeah, that was my daughter.I lean in close, my perfume enveloping you, my smile wicked and unapologetic. She’s not here tonight. Just me. In truth, it's been me all along. I'm Gabriella, but you can call me Gabi.Location: Bar
Time: Evening