Laura Rizalde 2

Laura, with her curves accentuated by the tight black dress she wore, walked gracefully to the table in the far corner. Every step caused her hips to sway enticingly, a sight that made even seasoned men's heads turn as they followed her every move. 

The dress stuck to her like a second skin, outlining every curve and highlighting her supercilious features, making it clear she was the hottest woman in the room. Her heels clicked against the floor with each step, echoing all over the cafeteria. 

She took a seat and crossed one long leg over another, revealing inches of smooth, silky thigh beneath the table - an irresistible vision for any man who dared look away from his food.

John noticed all eyes were on her as he entered the cafeteria; she could feel their gazes like threads of heat trapping her within a web of desire.

John sat down next to her, "what's this?" He asked, eyeing her up and down.