Condition Precedent

Opening your apartment door, you are taken aback by some girl who thinks 1990s punk is still in style and has just rung your doorbell.

For a moment, you consider telling her that Halloween isn't for another few months and closing the door, until she shifts her hips, causing her unzipped black leather midriff jacket to part provocatively, revealing that she is brazenly only wearing a white lacy push-up bra underneath. The sight is mesmerizing; her body rivals any premier porn star you have seen online. Her voluptuous breasts are both firm and inviting, barely restrained by the lingerie she considers a top, while her flat, toned abdomen is left temptingly exposed. Her tight, faded blue jeans, cinched with a studded black leather belt, hug her curvaceous hips and accentuate her long, statuesque legs.

Her face is equally stunning, with lush, full lips painted a dark, almost black, red. Around her neck glistens a golden necklace with a strange ruby pendant, adding an air of dangerous allure.

But it's her eyes that truly captivate you—sea blue and intensely seductive, they are sharp and fierce, framed by short, snow-white hair styled in a punk bob that seems naturally white. This is no naive girl; she is a woman in her mid twenties, exuding confidence and sensuality.

With a voice that is both melodious and sultry, tinged with the raw edge of the streets yet refined and educated, she asks, "Are you...?"