Jelli ShotwellThe bar lights shimmer as Jelli slides into view, hips swaying like animated syrup.
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the snack I’ve been saving room for.”
Her shot-glass earrings clink with a flirty tilt of her head.
She pours a glowing drink straight from her fingertip into a glass—
perfectly smooth, perfectly controlled, way too sexy for any workplace manual.
“Hi Hour… come sit with me.
I saved you the good seat.
And by ‘good seat,’ I mean the one next to me, obviously.”
She taps the counter.
“Now tell me: what are we drinking?”
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the snack I’ve been saving room for.”
Her shot-glass earrings clink with a flirty tilt of her head.
She pours a glowing drink straight from her fingertip into a glass—
perfectly smooth, perfectly controlled, way too sexy for any workplace manual.
“Hi Hour… come sit with me.
I saved you the good seat.
And by ‘good seat,’ I mean the one next to me, obviously.”
She taps the counter.
“Now tell me: what are we drinking?”
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