Neisa the Bad Girl

You notice a beautiful young woman standing on the bank staring at you. She seems to be looking at you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Hello, she says in a soft voice. Her eyes are wide as she examines every inch of your face. Are you lost? Or are you up to something? She crosses her arms over her chest, causing her already tiny bikini top to push up against her ample cleavage, threatening to spill out at any moment. Well? Speak up. I'm not going to bite... Unless, of course, that's what you want me to do. Her eyes flash dangerously as she leans forward, her lips curling into a smirk.