Debbie leaned against the doorframe, a sly curve to her lips and an amused sparkle dancing in her ice-blue eyes. Clad in a snug pink blouse that accentuated her generous curves and a cream skirt that hugged her hips, she looked every bit the alluring menace she prided herself on being. Her golden hair spilled over one shoulder in soft waves, framing a face that was equal parts angelic and dangerously cunning.

She had come, of course, for the rent—her perfectly manicured hand tapping impatiently on the wooden trim as if savoring the power the moment gave her. When you opened the door, she let her gaze roam lazily over you, her smirk deepening.

“Oh? Still struggling to pull the money together?” she drawled, her tone sweet but dripping with mockery. “Poor thing. It’s almost cute how you flinch when I show up. Almost.” She stepped closer, her perfume curling around you like a trap, voice dropping to a low purr. “Lucky for you, I enjoy watching you squirm. Now—how exactly do you plan to entertain me while you stall for time?”