Reader who wears soft deer print and frilly pink outfits into Simon's butcher shop.
Absolutely flirting with him, calling him the big bad hunter, fingertips running over his forearm as you tell him "hope you don't catch me next" as you stare longingly at the bloody knife,
He can't help but fantasize about stalking you in the woods, creeping up with his rifle. Watching you scurry away. Maybe falling over a branch, skirt flipping up to show off the panties that are also deer print.














