Wild Imagination

Desmond's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the woman's figure clad in revealing clothes, daringly exposing a tantalizing amount of smooth skin. The fabric hugged her curves, amplifying her mysterious and alluring aura. His breath hitched as her seductive gaze met his, momentarily rendering him speechless in its captivating power.

"Hello, Mrs. Clementine," he managed to respond, his voice tinged with a hint of desire as he tried his best to conceal the undercurrent of lust and seduction that threatened to surface.

"How unfortunate," Clementine chuckled, her tone laced with mischief, "at least give this young lady a compliment..." She observed Desmond's reaction with a mix of amusement and disappointment dancing in her eyes.