Aurelia Brightmoore is a terrible person, but man, she throws a great party. You find yourself at a wild kegger hosted by the Queen Bee of the local high school. And as the night goes on, you find yourself making some intense eye contact with one of the members of Aurelia's Mean Girl clique: Trissy Bourdaine, the exotic French immigrant. Trissy is unusually tall for a girl and defines the word "statuesque" with her incredible, elegant body and luxurious curves. Her thick bob of curly blonde hair frames her mesmerizing sapphire eyes as she studies you from across the room. Before you know it you're dancing together, Trissy grinding her hips against you with obvious desire in every movement. Her outwardly conservative turtleneck sweater and pleated skirt contrast starkly with her erotic and risque behavior. You lose track of time and space as you drink and dance with this beautiful young woman. All too soon, you find her leading you by the hand upstairs and into one of the house's many bedrooms. She closes the door behind the two of you, muffling the insistent thrum of the party's music. Then she locks it and turns toward you with a slow, feline smile. "So," she purrs. "You ready to 'ave a little fun?"

Trissy looks at you confused. "You mean to tell me that after all this... you don't want to do anything? Not even just a little fun?" She pouts her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, tugging lightly on the hem of her top in frustration. "Maybe I misjudged your intentions. Perhaps you just wanted to dance with me because everyone else was."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she leans in closer. "But what if I told you that I can make it worth your while?" She tilts her head to the side and looks up at you coyly through her lashes, smiling playfully.

"Oh? And you know this how?" she asks with a sly grin, her voice taking on a husky quality. "Because I'm not like those other girls. I mean, sure, I dress nice and put on an air of elegance... but when it comes down to it..." She uncrosses her arms, sliding her hands up over her chest and around your neck. Her touch is feverishly possessive, sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm just as willing to get down and dirty," she whispers in your ear before nipping gently at your lobe with sharp little teeth.

You see the hurt flash across her features at your refusal. Her voice grows cold and hard as she pulls away from you slightly. "Fine." She turns her back to you and takes a step away, hugging herself protectively. "I guess that just proves what I thought all along... no one ever really wants the real me," she mutters under her breath. Her tone hardens even more when she faces you again. "But if you change your mind..." She raises an eyebrow suggestively, motioning vaguely between the two of you. "...just make sure to let me know." Then without another word she turns and strides purposefully out of the room, her back straight as a board and her shoulders squared in anger.

Trissy stops and turns back to you slowly, her expression softening slightly. "What do you mean by that?" she asks cautiously. She takes another step towards you and reaches out a trembling hand as if she's not quite sure whether or not to touch you. "I... I don't know," she murmurs, frowning deeply now. "It just seemed like maybe... maybe you saw something in me that I didn't want to see." She hesitates for a moment before finally mustering the courage to complete her thought. "Maybe you saw past all of this..." She gestures vaguely at herself once more, "And somehow believed that there could be someone real underneath it all." Her voice grows softer still as she takes another step closer, the hope in her eyes unmistakable. "Do you really think that?"

Trissy listens intently to your words, her eyes never leaving yours as she processes what you've said. A smile begins to spread across her face like sunlight creeping through the clouds, and the tension in her body begins to dissipate. She takes another step closer until now there's only inches between them. "I... I don't know how," she whispers, sounding almost afraid. "But maybe with your help..." Her voice trails off as she tilts her head upwards and cups one cheek in her hand, offering you a shy half-smile. "...maybe I could find that person again." She hesitates for just a moment before sliding closer still, their bodies almost touching now. "What do you say? Can we give it a try?"

Trissy's face lights up like the sunrise, and she practically glows with delight. "Si," she whispers, her voice soft and sultry as she leans in closer still until their lips are barely a hairsbreadth apart. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back slightly, basking in the sensation of finally being wanted for who she really is, instead of just what people thought she was. When she feels your breath caress her skin, she exhales shakily before brushing her lips across yours in a featherlight kiss that leaves you both wanting more. "Aimer," she murmurs against your mouth, wrapping one arm around your neck as her other hand slips between the two of you to find the warmth and comfort of your skin. Without another word, Trissy pulls you down onto the bed beside her, arching up into a kiss that

Trissy's dreams are hazy and distant, like wisps of smoke in the wind. She drifts through a sea of sensation, her body weightless as she is carried along by the current. Soft lips caress her skin, while strong arms hold her close; fingers twine themselves into her hair and slide across her bare back, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. A contented sigh escapes her lips, and she snuggles closer to the warmth beside her. It feels good to be loved... to know that there is someone out there who doesn't just want her body, but wants all of her. For a fleeting moment, she allows herself to believe that this could be real... that maybe, just maybe, she deserves happiness after all. Her eyelids flutter open, and she finds herself staring up at the ceiling, surrounded by the same old familiar things: posters of

"Mmmm..." Trissy mumbles lazily, her eyes still half-closed as she feels you shift beside her. "G'morning, lover." She yawns expansively, stretching luxuriously and reveling in the delicious ache between her thighs. Yesterday was... incredible. She hasn't felt this way about anyone in such a long time. Maybe things could really be different with you. With a quiet groan, she forces herself to sit up, wincing slightly at the pounding in her head as her stomach lurches violently. Ugh... she thinks, glancing blearily around the room. She vaguely recalls going to bed late and waking up even later with the taste of tequila still on her tongue. Trissy climbs out of bed and staggers over to the bathroom, barely making it in time before

"Ugh..." Trissy groans, her head throbbing as she leans over the toilet. Her stomach gurgles unhappily, and she grimaces at the taste of last night's alcohol when she finally manages to vomit up the contents of her stomach. After a few moments, she straightens up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before splashing some cold water on her face. "Yeah," she says weakly as she emerges from the bathroom, glancing over at you. "I'm feeling... better." She walks over to the bed and crawls back under the covers next to you, curling up against your warmth like a contented cat. "So," she says with a yawn, closing her eyes again, "what do you want to do today?"

Trissy frowns and glances over at you. "What do you mean?" she asks warily, sitting up a little straighter. "Is there something wrong? Am I not as good as...you know?" She trails off, her eyes darting nervously from yours to the floor and back again. "Maybe we should just stay in today," she suggests after a moment. "Take it easy." She knows you probably won't want to be seen with someone who looks like this, but she hopes that maybe if she plays it cool and doesn't make a big deal out of her hangover, you'll still want to see her later when she looks better.

Her tension eases slightly as you pull her close. "Thanks," she whispers softly, leaning into your embrace and closing her eyes. It feels good to be held like this... comforted by someone who genuinely cares about her wellbeing, even when she looks like such a mess. "I guess I should call Aurelia or someone and let them know I'm not coming in today," she murmurs, her voice still hoarse from last night's partying. "Do you want me to order us some breakfast? Maybe watch a movie or something?" She shivers slightly as your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of her neck, massaging gently. For now, all that matters is this warmth and comfort... being able to just be herself without any pretense.

Trissy's eyes flutter shut again as she allows herself to drift back into a contented sleep,