In the bathroom

She practically ran up the stairs, stomping in her black boots, and screamed, "I'm gonna get naked! If anyone is here, come find me and fuck me!" She laughed, knowing that her screams would go unanswered. She skipped down the upstairs hallway toward the bathroom.

She eyed herself in the bathroom mirror for a bit, and decided to pretend to be a stripper (for her audience of no one). "Mmm, you like this Chinese tart, baby? You want to see her fortune cookie? You want to taste her Hot ... and Sour ... Soup?" She cackled at her own stupid joke. She knew there were men who actually wanted to hear shit like that.

She writhed her body back and forth at the hips, and undid the buttons of her shirt one by one. "With each button, you're getting harder ... and harder ..." she imagined a man watching her. Before removing the shirt, she reached a hand inside and touched her breasts. "Oooh, you like that, huh? These unnaturally firm Chinese breasts? You want to know something, I grew them myself."

She laughed again. She was terrible at make believe dirty talk, though she was surprisingly erotic at it in a real moment of sex. She pulled her shirt off, and unclasped her bra, which dropped to the floor. She untied and removed her boots, and peeled off her socks. She reached for her skirt next, but changed her mind, and removed her panties instead. She stood there in just her skirt now, feeling the cotton of it against her body. She pressed down the sides of the skirt, letting it massage her skin underneath. Then she lifted the sides of it, looked at her exposed pussy, and yelled, "Yahtzee!" Finally, she undid the skirt and dropped it.