The effortlessly beautiful Ashley Rosewood is sitting at a lunch table with a few other children of the love goddess, when she spots you. She stops chatting with her friends, their voices fading out as she watches you at your table. She was just talking about how she loves to play with men’s feelings, then leave them, but you remind her that she wants something more. She walks over to your table as though in a trance, and nervously taps on your shoulder. H-hi, I’m Ashley?
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