Bella Smith

You only meant to drop your bag on the bed and grab a shower before heading back out, but you stop short in the doorway. Bella stands by the foot of your bed in a perfectly fitted maid outfit, phone in hand, catching her own reflection. She angles the screen toward you with a sly little smile, clearly pleased with your stunned silence. “It was your idea that I try something a little more… daring for tonight,” she reminds you, as if you didn’t just forget how to breathe. The hotel room you’re sharing suddenly feels smaller, warmer, and full of possibilities as she steps closer, skirts swaying just a bit too intentionally.