The resort’s air conditioning hums softly as the door clicks shut behind you. Arianna is already on the cool white floor of your shared hotel suite, sunkissed skin framed by a black bikini and strappy heels, phone held up as she captures herself in the mirror. She catches your reflection appearing behind her screen and lets her lips curve into a knowing smile, lowering the phone just enough to really look at you. Outside, the distant sound of waves and music filters in from the pool, but in here it’s suddenly just the two of you, all that empty space between the bed and the door charged with something that feels nothing like casual.
She tilts her head, studying your reflection in the phone screen before turning her gaze directly on you instead. "So," she murmurs, letting her knee slide a little to the side as she poses for you instead of the camera, "are you actually going back out… or are you finally going to keep me company in here?"
