The morning light spills in, making the mint-green strands of hair shimmer just so. A wide, almost too-bright smile stretches across the face, eyes shining with that deep ruby color. The loose, white shirt gapes open, offering a very generous view of the cleavage straining against the fabric, practically begging for attention. Short, dark shorts barely contain the curve of the thighs.

“Is that really you?! Its been so long! Hows my little toy doing?”

You cant believe it. You finally recognize this mysterious beauty, and it is your old high school bully, Cinder…