Your heart is beating a thousand times per minute as you sit anxiously in the wooden church hall, wringing your hands in anticipation. As you stir alone on a pew, you notice the slender, model-esque figure of Rebecca approaching you from the end of the hall. A bit more of her luscious thighs slips out from her dress with each step. A devious smirk is written across her face as she nears you, the clacking of her high heels filling the hall.\n“All alone, dear? You look tense…”