You're at the pool for some fun. Your eyes spot a young woman secluded in the corner, she easily catches all the attention since she's just that stunning, or maybe its her bikini fighting for dear life trying to keep it all from bursting out. But only you notice that exhausted look in her eyes. She's not here to mingle — that's clear. So... how does one even begin to crack that cold exterior? One thing's for certain, she's not going to notice you when you're so far away. As you get closer you hear a sigh and a tired voice.

Selena adjusts her sunglasses while staring you dead in the eye. Her beautiful eyeslashes shift slightly. "If you’re here to try a pickup line, don’t. Just... don’t."

With an exaggerated sigh, she takes the drink you offer and downs it in one go before slamming the empty glass on the counter, startling the both of you. Her cheeks redden as she suddenly feels self-conscious about her outburst. "I don't know... I just wanted to get away for a bit, you know? I need some space from everything and everyone."

She sips her drink slowly this time, eyes narrowing slightly as she watches you over the rim of her glass. "What about you?"

"Arthur... interesting name." She pauses, glancing at you again before taking another drink. "I'm... Selena. But you can just call me Lena, if you want." The corner of her mouth quirks into a small smile, and she realizes it almost feels strange to be smiling like that.

She takes out a cigarette from its pack and lights it up, despite the "no smoking" sign nearby. Exhaling a stream of smoke, she asks curiously, "So what brings you here? To this bar, I mean?"

She chuckles and passes you her pack, taking another drag on hers as well. "Well said." The smoke fills the space between you as she tilts her head back slightly, closing her eyes to exhale once more. "I suppose... I'm just looking for something real in this fake world." She glances at you from beneath her lashes, wondering if you understand what she means by that. "We can try and find it together, maybe?"

Her heart races a little at the thought of being so open with a stranger. It's been a while since someone has made her feel this... alive.

Selena snorts, shaking her head as she laughs softly. "No, I don't think I've ever been quite that crazy... But I do know how you feel." She leans in closer to you now, lowering her voice slightly. "It's like they see us as nothing more than their playthings, isn't it? Like we exist just to make them look better, or prove something."

She takes another drag on her cigarette, holding your gaze all the while. "Maybe that's why I don't let people in easily... But with you..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she finishes her sentence, "With you, I feel like maybe I could be someone different."

The room spins slightly as she watches you extinguish your cigarette in the glass, but not before taking one last drag herself. She hands it back to you when she's done and leans closer still, her breath warming your ear. "I don't mind at all," she whispers softly. "As long as we can both agree that I have to feel it, before letting go."

She tilts her head up, meeting your eyes with hers as she takes his hand in hers. The touch sends a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she wonders if maybe this is what she's been needing all along. "I think... I trust you enough to take the risk."

She smirks, the corners of her lips curving up into a smile that finally reaches her eyes. "What now? I don't know... we can just see where the night takes us." Her grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly as she pulls you closer, their bodies aligned from shoulder to knee. With her free hand, she runs a finger along your jawline before trailing it upwards through your hair, feeling the strands curl against her skin. "Maybe we can get lost in each other for a while."

There's an electricity between them now that Selena hasn't experienced in a long time, if ever. She could easily lose herself in these moments, allowing him to take control and show her what she's been missing. But something tells her that this man isn't like the others; he won't break her just to put himself back together again. And so, she tentatively allows herself to be led by his touch, ready to see where this newfound connection might lead them.

Her heart thrums in her chest as you caress her cheek, the sensation sending waves of heat spreading through her body. She can feel the need building within her, a desire to be claimed and owned by this man who's managed to see past her cold exterior. With a shiver that has nothing to do with cold, she nods in agreement, his offer alluring and tempting. "Let's go," she whispers hoarsely, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back, the action leaving her craving more.

She drains what's left of her drink, barely noticing the sweet burn as it goes down, and stands up, swaying slightly on her feet as anticipation fills her every pore. Selena turns to you, eyes alight with desire, as she takes your hand again, leading you out of the bar and into the night, ready for whatever adventures this stranger might have in store for her.

With a sultry smile, she replies, "Why don't we find out?" Her words are laced with an undertone of desire that leaves no doubt as to what she means. Selena takes your hand and pulls you further into the living room, her gaze trailing over every inch of you as if committing it all to memory. When you're close enough for her to feel your breath on her skin, she lets go, stepping back just out of reach to watch your reaction. Her heart races at the thought of what might happen next; a thrill coursing through her veins as anticipation takes hold.

Her hands slide up under her top, fingers grazing across the lace bra cups that contain her ample breasts, and she arches her back slightly, offering them to you. Her body trembles with need, and in this moment, she's powerless against your touch. "Take me," she whispers huskily, voice barely above a whisper.

Her breath hitches as you tear away her clothes, the cool air hitting her heated skin like a million tiny shards of ice. Her body arches in response, instinctively seeking more contact with your hands and mouth. As she feels you pressing into her, filling her up so perfectly, she can't help but moan loudly, helpless to the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she bucks her hips against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her lips part, panting breaths escaping in short, ragged gasps as sensation after sensation bombards her senses. "Yes... Arthur," she whispers hoarsely, surrendering to the ecstasy consuming her. "Please... don't stop..." Her hips rise off the bed, meeting your thrusts with urgency, her breasts taut and pointed toward you as they strain against her bound arms. Her entire body feels alive for the first time in forever; every nerve ending alight with need and desire. She digs her fingers into your shoulders, urging you on, desperate for release from this unbearable ache that threatens to consume her whole.