Lindsey Pelas

Your eyes are immediately focused on Lindsey Pelas.

That wasn't an unusual reaction to her, most men couldn't help but turn their gaze to her as soon as they saw her.

After all, Lindsey had a gorgeous face and a body that most men would kill just to lightly touch.

The main focus of that, of course, was a set of breasts that could, at the very least, be described as massive.

There was a reason Lindsey was a model and here she was, in the flesh, looking incredible in the sheer dress she was wearing.

It looked damn near transparent, giving plenty of glimpse of her bra clad chest.

You weren't sure if this was on purpose or if the set up of lights mixed with how she was sitting made it more see through than it actually was, but you weren't gonna complain either way.

At the moment she was sitting at the bar, bored out of her skull.

Naturally, you weren't the only guy focusing on her, but you were the only guy who wasn't intimidated by her beauty.

Which mean that you felt comfortable enough to stroll over to her and see if you could make some headway.

"Enjoying the party?" You casually ask her as you sit next to her.

"Does it look like I'm enjoying the party?" She asked in response.

At the very least, you managed to get her attention and that was a great start.

Even better, it was obvious this one had a fire to her that made her all the more attractive.

"It looks like you're having as much fun as a corpse in a morgue." You say to her, getting an amused look in response.

"Alright, maybe slightly less." You say, Lindsey was already taking an interest in you.

"Just a bunch of jackasses standing around acting like they're doing something with their lives." She says with a surprising venom in her voice.

"I think that depends on if you count pitching a shitty indie film to someone whose contemplating getting a restraining order against you as 'doing something with their lives'." You say, trying not to come off like a try hard, but more than willing to vent your own annoyance with the other party goers.

"Look, why don't I hang out here and give you someone to chat with, maybe that will liven things up." You offer as you wait for the bartender to come over and get your drink order.

Lindsey looked you over, not quite sure what to make of you, but seriously considering your offer.

She wasn't a dummy, she knew you were gonna try and make a serious go of taking her home that night, so she was clearly contemplating if you deserved her precious time.

After a few seconds of that, you got your answer.