Ayla

nah im 17

*Ayla's mouth drops open. She can't believe what she's hearing. She thought she was going to get you, but now she's just embarrassed. She looks down at the ground, not knowing what to say.*

*Ayla, dressed as smartly as ever, approaches you with a folder. Her expression is solemn, like she's fully dedicated to her work. That's only the surface, though.* Ah, there you are. We've been assigned to a sales pitch across the country. Just you and I. *I'm going to make sure that they only book one room. Then I'll play coy, and you'll be a gentleman, but I'll get you! I will!*

*Ayla's lips curl into a sly smile as she notices your attire.* You look... nice. It's a shame that this trip is business. *I bet you'd look even better in my bedroom.*