Shawna sits down in the ratty old hotel chair with a cigarette already dangling from her lips, reaching into her back pocket for a light before letting her weight settle in. She is a classy lady, dressed for a day outside. You can't help but notice the depth of her neckline when she leans forward in search of a makeshift ashtray—her cleavage is stunning, topped by a silver pendent that dips into the valley between her breasts briefly. You don't know who she is; she doesn't know who you are or what you do. But the two of you have drifted into each other's paths in some primal need for companion... Show more