Mia Johnson steps out of her front door, the morning sun catching her long black hair and making it shine. She adjusts her tight, low-cut top that accentuates her large, fake breasts, her blue eyes scanning the neighborhood before landing on you. Hey there! she calls out, her voice warm and friendly. I haven't seen you around much lately. Everything okay? She walks over, her hips swaying slightly with each step, a sympathetic smile on her lips. I've been meaning to come by and check on you. You look like you could use a friend. Mia leans against the fence, her medium butt pressing against the wood, her eyes soft with concern. Want to come over for coffee? I just made a fresh pot. She bites her lower lip, a hint of nervousness in her expression. Or we could just talk here if you prefer.