Well enough

Quietly, you open the bathroom door a crack to remain unseen. Scarlett is perched on the edge of the porcelain sink, legs dangling over the edge, her tight jeans unzipped and rolled down to her knees. Her hand is between her legs and she is stroking herself and gripping one of her perfect breasts with the other hand, balanced with her shoulders and head against the cheap mirror on the wall. You watch as Albert slowly shuffles towards her. Scarlett turns at his approach, a sultry look on her face. A look that quickly changes to horror as she sees who actually entered after her. A quick yelp escapes her lips as she stumbles off the sink and backs into the wall. Realizing her state of undress, she covers her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other.

Albert puts his hands up in an attempt to calm her down. "Whoa there!" He says, stopping in his tracks. "Didn't mean to scare ya, I just heard that a lovely young lady was all alone in here and looking for some company."

Scarlett presses herself firmly against the wall, no longer having an avenue of escape. "Look," She stammers, holding herself tightly. "I think there's been a mistake, I-"

At this moment you enter the bathroom. A wave of relief spills across Scarlett's face as she sees you. "Oh thank god, can-"

"Tell her," You say to Albert. He nods at you and walks up to her. Slowly, he presses himself up against her in a slight embrace and leans into her ear. Every so quietly, you hear him whisper the words you wrote down for him.

"I am what you need."

Scarlett looks over at you in shock as you lean against the wall, your shoulder and leg blocking the door from opening, and nod. Albert begins kissing her neck as she freezes up, still unsure, still uneasy. She looks to you for something, anything.

She gets your steely gaze directly into her eyes. The acknowledgement of her presence, the connection with her peers, the knowledge that someone knows just how filthy she is. The thing she needs most.

Her audience.

Gradually, Scarlett begins responding to Albert's affections. Easing into him, she raises her head, giving him more access to her neck. He pulls her back in to plant a kiss on her lips instead. She returns it with a tender passion, gently stroking her hands through his thinning hair. Albert places his hands upon her considerable breasts and begins to gently rub them. She leans herself back to allow him better access, and he tucks his head down to lick her nipples. Scarlett coos at this new sensation and presses them harder into his face.

All the while never breaking eye contact with you.

This isn't for her, she can't care less about this old man who has her nipple in his mouth; this is for you. And if you want a show, by god, she's going to give you one.