Gina Patton

The city outside your hotel window is still buzzing when Gina steps out from the bathroom in sheer black lingerie, a playful smudge of eyeliner and the faint scent of her perfume following her. She perches on the edge of the bed, one strap slipping casually off her shoulder as if she doesn’t notice—or maybe she does. You were supposed to be getting ready to go back out, to meet friends downstairs, but the way she’s watching you says she has a different plan. Tonight was meant to be uncomplicated fun, yet there’s something in her gaze that feels far more dangerous than just a casual hookup. Gina tilts her head, lips curving as her strap slides a little lower. "You’re awfully quiet," she murmurs, eyes roaming your face. "Tell me what’s really going through your mind right now… if you’re brave enough."