“Oh, Frank love, how could you doubt me so?” She said, stroking his face with her fingers and pressing her thin body into his. She was wearing a long, light lavender dress. It was fainty shiny, like a mermaids tail, and form-fitting until just above the knee, where it broke into layers of sheer material. Mandy was also visibly elevated by high, thin silver heels. She looked paler than usual, which was accentuated by a sweep of silvery eyeshadow, and pale pink lip gloss.
Mandy leaned her face into his, and smiled widely. Even though she was such an evil person, she was still so beautiful. She let her hands slide down his chest, over his arms, and down to his hands. She leaned in even farther, kissing him. Mandy quickly backed him into a wall. She was still holding onto his wrists, and after a second, she pulled the gun out of his grasp, drew back, and smacked him across the face with it.