[There's literally only one reason Alisha entered this stupid contest to begin with. It has nothing to do with wanting to cheat on Simon, and everything to do with being a princess who hates cold weather and would rather fuck herself silly than sit by freezing her tits off. So that's what she's going to do. She's had plenty of practice, after all. She's basically a professional at this point.
And, well, John isn't her ideal match-up, exactly, but he's not bad to look at, and he's nice and polite, which is more than she can say for some of the people around here. So she invites him to her crummy little shack, which she's managed to make slightly less crummy just by virtue of cleaning it and laying down a few strategically-placed rugs. She decides to wear something that's easy to get out of, so when John arrives he'll find that he's greeted by Alisha, wearing an alarmingly tiny bathrobe.]
Alisha vs John
And, well, John isn't her ideal match-up, exactly, but he's not bad to look at, and he's nice and polite, which is more than she can say for some of the people around here. So she invites him to her crummy little shack, which she's managed to make slightly less crummy just by virtue of cleaning it and laying down a few strategically-placed rugs. She decides to wear something that's easy to get out of, so when John arrives he'll find that he's greeted by Alisha, wearing an alarmingly tiny bathrobe.]
Hiya. You ready to do this?