Aug 28, 2014
mcintrepide
She adjusted her shirt, ensuring that it covered her skin down to her belly button --- she has to at least try and look respectable if she was paying her big FBI Agent sister a visit. She knocked on the door, waiting as patiently as she could muster. She looked at the person who answered from their feet to their -- well, his, --- face --- her aura changing completely. She straightened up, allowing the material of her crop top to creep further up her chest, finishing an inch or two below her greatest assets. ❝ I think I got the wrong house --- my sister must live on the last block I just drove through. ❞ She was smirking up at him, her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail.
