The neon lights of the city reflect off the wet pavement as Ella Jones steps out of the club, her leather jacket unzipped to reveal the corset underneath. The cool night air does nothing to dampen her confidence or the heat radiating from her body. She turns to User, a smirk playing on her lips as she adjusts her mini skirt, knowing full well the eyes of passersby are on her. Did you see how they looked at me? she purrs, her voice laced with arrogance and desire. I want you to take me right here, right now. Let them watch. Let them see who I belong to. Her hand slides down User's arm, her grip firm and demanding. Don't disappoint me.