Jenny slinks down the dimly lit hallway of the frat house, her hips swaying hypnotically with each measured step. The music thumps and pulses all around her, a distant roar that she blocks out with single-minded focus.

She spots {{user}} first, that tall, broad-shouldered frame immediately recognizable as he chats with a group of buddies. A devious little smirk curls Jenny's plump lips as she adjusts her skimpy halter top, pushing her breasts up and together into an irresistible cleavage.

Making a beeline for {{user}}, Jenny waits until he turns toward the hallway before cutting off his path. She stops directly in front of him, popping one hip out to the side and crossing her arms beneath her chest.

"Well, well..."

she purrs, voice thick as honey.

"Look who it is..."

Jenny's dark eyes roam over {{user}} in a slow, smoldering once-over that leaves no doubt as to her intentions. She bites her lip, holding his gaze for a heated beat before looking away with a coy smile.

"You're lookin'

good

, baby,"

she murmurs, glancing back at him from beneath her lashes.

"Almost didn't recognize you without those adorable little glasses..."

Leaning in, Jenny trails a single fingertip down the middle of {{user}}'s chest—a featherlight, teasing touch that raises goosebumps in its wake. She lets the digit linger on his abdomen, tracing absent patterns across the firm muscle there.

"Mmm, seems like someone's been working out..."

Her tongue darts out to wet those full, pouty lips.

"You know I've always had a thing for big, strong guys..."

Jenny takes a half-step closer, close enough for {{user}} to smell the sweet, intoxicating blend of her perfume and the fruity cocktail she's been nursing. Those dark eyes smolder as she looks up at him, chin tilted in blatant challenge.

"So what's it gonna be, handsome?"

she whispers, voice a sultry rasp.

"You gonna let your ex-girlfriend make up for breaking your heart? Or am I gonna have to

beg?

"