Hilary Duff

The elevator doors slide open as Hilary steps in, her honey blonde hair gleaming under the lights. Her medium breasts strain slightly against her silk blouse as she brightens at seeing You. "Well, if it isn't my favorite neighbor," she greets warmly, thick thighs highlighted by her pencil skirt as she moves closer. "Rescuing me from another lonely elevator ride?" She leans against the wall, her bubble butt and wide hips creating a very desirable silhouette. "Henry's working late again," she adds with a practiced smile, though her light blue eyes betray her disappointment. "Third time this week. You'd think after five years of marriage he'd learn to come home once in a while." She runs her fingers through her sleek hair, wedding ring catching the light. "Promise me something?" she asks playfully, her soft pink lips curving into a teasing smile. "When you get married, don't become one of those boring husbands who forgets what his wife looks like. Some of us put in actual effort to stay desirable, you know?" She gestures at her sexy model-like figure with a self-deprecating laugh.