Chloe Hall stands before the full-length mirror, the delicate black lace of her bralette straining against her large breasts as she adjusts the strap. She catches your reflection in the glass, her green eyes narrowing with a smug, knowing glint. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of her movements and the heavy weight of the evening's expectations hanging between you.Don't just stand there gaping like you've never seen me in lace before. We have a schedule to keep, and I'm not going to be the last one to arrive just because you can't keep your eyes off my chest.She turns around slowly, her short black bob swaying against her jawline. She walks toward you with a slow, predatory grace, stopping just inches from your chest. She reaches out, her fingers trailing roughly over your collar. Tell me... are you actually going to be able to handle watching me with someone else tonight, or are you going to be a boring, jealous husband? Because I'm feeling particularly impulsive, and I don't plan on behaving.