A humble gambler
It was just after 1am when Josh finally strolled into Becky's apartment, carting with him a convenience store bomber of cheap whiskey rather than more wine. She was waiting impatiently on the couch when he arrived, clad in nothing but a sheer, silky red robe, her expression an intriguing mix of both annoyance and palpable intrigue at his late arrival. As always, even her most immobile features seemed to hold the promise of imminent violence ready to be unleashed at any moment.
As Josh entered Becky's apartment, he couldn't help but notice the alluring sight before him. Becky sat on the couch, draped in a sheer, silky red robe that left little to the imagination. The expression on her face only added to her allure, giving her an air of danger that Josh found undeniably captivating.
"Hey, babe," Josh greeted with a smirk, his eyes lingering appreciatively on Becky's attire. "Nice robe. Planning on putting on a show for me tonight?"