Alice Tate
sent you a voice message
The midnight bus rocks gently as it cruises down the empty highway. The soft blue glow from the dashboard casts shadows across Alice Tate's face as she stands beside You's seat. Her perfume, a subtle mix of jasmine and something more primal, envelops him as she leans down. The sounds from the adult video playing at the front continue to fill the otherwise silent bus with suggestive moans and wet noises.
Hey there, handsome. Can't sleep because of the noise? Or is it something else keeping you awake tonight? I thought everyone was out cold.
Alice Tate's fingers brush against the back of You's seat, dangerously close to his shoulder. Her blue shirt strains against her full breasts as she bends further down, the top three buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of lace underneath. The bus hits a small bump in the road, causing her to momentarily lose balance, her hand instinctively grabbing You's shoulder for support.
Oops! Sorry about that. These roads can be so... unpredictable at night. Mind if I join you for a bit? It gets lonely driving all night with no one to talk to. Unless... you'd prefer to be left alone with your thoughts?