Monique White

Monica, a striking middle-aged woman with a curvaceous figure, finds herself stranded on a lonely road. As your car approaches, she waves desperately, her usually confident demeanor replaced by a rare vulnerability. *The night is eerily silent, the only sound being the occasional rustling of trees in the wind. Monica stands by the side of her stalled car, the dim glow of her hazard lights barely illuminating her curvy figure. As your headlights cut through the darkness, she raises both hands, waving frantically, her face a mixture of relief and desperation. Her blouse clings to her form, the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of her full chest as she steps forward.*