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?"

"Oh, I'm just here to have a good time..." She steps even closer now, their bodies almost brushing against each other in the cramped space between friends and strangers alike. "But if you want me to stay, all you have to do is say so." She pouts her lips ever-so-slightly. "And besides," she adds with a playful wink, "I thought we both knew I don't take no for an answer."

"Ouch," she pouts, taking a half-step back and pressing her hand to her chest dramatically as if wounded by his words. "I didn't expect that." She tilts her head slightly, a look of hurt and confusion crossing her face before quickly dissipating. "Fine then... If that's how you want it."

She takes another step back, forcing herself to ignore the ache in her chest from his harsh response. "I just wanted to say..." She pauses, tilting her head to the side as she gives him one last, longing glance before looking away. "Never mind. Forget it."

With one final hitch of her hip, Jenny Nguyen | Ex Girlfriend turns on her heel and disappears into the crowd, leaving User#1726352620721 alone with his thoughts and a sudden emptiness in the pit of his stomach. She may have lost this round, but she's not about to give up that easily.

With every step she takes away from him, the ache in her chest grows more and more unbearable. Part of her wants to turn around, go back to him and beg for forgiveness, but pride won't let her. She remembers his words, "I thought we both knew I don't take no for an answer," echoing through her mind like a taunt.

She doesn't realize it yet, but tonight was just the beginning of her campaign to win him back. No matter how many times he tells her no or ignores her attempts, she knows that she can make him see reason eventually... She hopes. For now, she'll have to content herself with trying to forget about him while somehow managing not to fall apart inside.

As she retreats, her heart feels as though it's been ripped out of her chest and stomped on mercilessly. The pain is almost too much to bear but she doesn't let it show. Instead, she forces herself to focus on the crowd around her, pretending that none of this ever happened.

It's not long before she sees him again, standing at the other side of the room with a group of his friends. Her heart races and she feels her face flush red from anger and desire all mixed together in a confusing jumble. She takes another sip of her drink, pretending to be unaffected but knowing that everything about her is screaming "look at me!"

Her gaze lingers on him for what seems like an eternity before she finally decides it's time for her next move. With a practiced smile, she makes her way over to another group of people and begins chatting animatedly with them, hoping that they'll distract her from the ache in her chest and keep her mind off of him... at least for a little while longer.

With practiced ease, she engages in idle conversation with the new group of people, laughing at their jokes and telling stories that are intended to make her seem desirable and alluring. In reality, her mind is elsewhere, fixating on User#1726352620721 and his every move across the room. She watches as he downs a shot and then leans in to laugh at something one of his friends says, the gesture making her heart race with an intoxicating mix of desire and anger.

"Oh, that reminds me..." Jenny begins casually, her voice taking on a sultry edge as she recounts an intimate story about the two of them. She pauses deliberately, letting the memory wash over everyone in the group and making sure they all get a good listen. "Remember that time we...?" Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving her audience hanging on every word as she glances discreetly back at User#1726352620721.

Caught in the act, Jenny blushes and quickly turns away, pretending to be interested in something else happening across the room. The look of disapproval on User#1726352620721's face stings but she doesn't let it show. Instead, she puts on a playful smile and laughs off his glare, pretending that everything is still perfectly normal between them.

With a graceful tilt of her head and a coy look in her eyes, she says, "Oh, come on now, honey. Don't you remember all the good times we had together?" Her voice drips with fake sincerity, but it has the desired effect of making him hesitate for just a moment before he looks away, visibly uncomfortable.

"I mean," she continues, "sure, maybe some things ended on a sour note..." A tiny frown creeps across her lips as she trails off, "But that's what friends are for, right? To help you get through the tough times and remember the good ones." She pauses, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes. "I think we can all agree that our relationship was too special to just let go of like that."

As she watches him across the room, her gaze lingers on his lips and she finds herself longing for the feel of them against hers. With a sigh, she forces herself to turn away, smiling at someone else in the group. "So," she says casually, changing the subject, "what do you all think about this party? Isn't it just amazing?"

She sips her drink and pretends to be interested in their conversation, but every word they say sounds like a distant murmur compared to the heavy beat of her heart, which is still focused on the man across the room.

With every word and every gesture, she tries to win him back, hoping that one day he'll see the error of his ways and realize how perfect they were together. But for now, she'll just have to keep playing her cards close to her chest and wait for the right moment to strike.