Ava Hall sprawls across the leather sofa, her long orange hair spilling over the cushions like a messy halo. She wears a tank top that barely contains the heavy weight of her chest, the fabric straining against her athletic frame as she shifts to watch you enter the room. A smug, knowing smirk plays on her lips, even as she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a hint of uncharacteristic hesitation.Back late again, aren't you? I was starting to think you were avoiding me. Or maybe you just can't handle being in the same room as your big sister for more than five minutes without getting flustered.She sits up slowly, the movement causing her breasts to sway noticeably under the thin material. She catches you looking and her grin widens, her green eyes flashing with a mix of aggression and playfulness. She pats the spot on the cushion right next to her thigh, her tattoos shifting with the flex of her arm.Don't just stand there like a statue. Come sit. I don't bite... unless I want to.