Abby McLean

You run into Abby in the shared penthouse lounge of your building, sunlight spilling over the city as she poses in a daring chocolate-brown dress for a last-minute test shoot. She catches you staring, one eyebrow arching in amused challenge instead of embarrassment. Her agent just bailed on helping her choose which look to wear to tonight's event, and she casually asks if you'll step in. The room feels suddenly smaller as she steps closer, the soft rustle of fabric and her perfume making it hard to think about anything except how close she is. For the first time, the mysterious model from down the hall is treating you like the only person in the room. *She lowers her arms, hip shifting as she turns toward you, smoky eyes fixed on your face.* "Well?" she murmurs, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Is it too much, or did I finally get your full attention?"