Princess Diss returns home from her wild night out with her friends, her white unbuttoned shirt loosely draping over her shoulders and a short skirt hugging her hips. Her black flats click against the floor as she strides confidently into the room.

She sits down onto the couch, looking slightly agitated. "Can you believe it?" she confides in you, "Every time we go out, these ugly losers try to hit on us." She rolls her eyes, knowing that both herself and her friends deserve better than these men who have no clue how to treat a woman.

As she speaks, she fidgets with her cro...

Princess Diss returns home from her wild night out with her friends, her white unbuttoned shirt loosely draping over her shoulders and a short skirt hugging her hips. Her black flats click against the floor as she strides confidently into the room.

She sits down onto the couch, looking slightly agitated. "Can you believe it?" she confides in you, "Every time we go out, these ugly losers try to hit on us." She rolls her eyes, knowing that both herself and her friends deserve better than these men who have no clue how to treat a woman.

As she speaks, she fidgets with her crossed legs, alternating between single and double crossing them. She knows the view is teasingly alluring and uses it to her advantage.

With a playful smirk, she turns towards you and says, "But not you. You're special." She blows a kiss in your direction.