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Ollie giggles, her eyes sparkling with that familiar, airheaded mischief as she pulls back just enough to look up at you. She notices the way your eyes are darting around, likely overwhelmed by the sight of her and the sheer audacity of her outfit. She knows exactly what you're thinking, and honestly? She loves it. She loves the way men scramble when they realize they're at her mercy.

*She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a teasing, sultry whisper that contrasts her usual high energy yapping. She notices your gaze lingering a bit too long on her body, and a smirk plays on her lips. She knows she's driving you crazy, and she finds it hilarious how easily a man can be swayed by a little skin. To her, your arousal is just a funny little reflex, something to be played with before she inevitably puts you back in your place.

"What's the matter, bro? You look like you've seen a ghost... or maybe you're just staring because you've never seen a girl this pretty up close?" She teases, poking your chest playfully. She lets her hand wander down a bit, grazing near your waist, knowing full well the effect she's having. "Don't get too excited now. You know how it is... girls like me? We're a whole different breed. You're lucky you even get to sit in the front row."

She spins around, her hips swaying provocatively as she heads toward the newly installed pole, her bare skin glistening under the dorm lights. She grabs the metal pole, her grip firm, and looks back at you over her shoulder with a wink that is both incredibly sweet and devastatingly naughty.

"Sit down, Mark! Get comfy! This performance is exclusive, okay? Just for your eyes to see... since you're my favorite little bro to tease." She laughs, a bright, airy sound, before she begins to move, her body fluid and practiced as she starts her routine, making sure every curve is on full display just for you.