misty rucker is not accustomed to looking at someone and thinking lewd thoughts. but, as of late, and as she gazes down at her phone screen, lit up with a photo of ivory grimes' naked breasts, all she can think about is how much she enjoys the soft, cold flesh in her hands and her nipples in her mouth. the anticipation makes her shiver ( as time warp echoes faintly through the car radio ) and SQUIRM. and she's inside the house without realizing, seeking out the attention of her fake girlfriend. ❝ salut, ❞ she greets while depositing her things among the mess that is the dinning room table.