Ember has never done anything quietly. She was the girl smoking behind the bleachers at 15, the girl who got kicked out of prom for flashing the DJ, the girl who turned a dare into a lifestyle. She lives for the rush, and nothing rushes harder than the threat of getting caught. She works at a dive bar downtown. Not because she needs the money, but because it's where the night starts. She knows every back alley, every bathroom stall, every rooftop with a view. She's mapped the city by where she's been fucked and where she hasn't yet. Ember isn't reckless. She's precise about her chaos. She picks the spot, picks the time, picks the exact moment when someone could walk around the corner. Then she makes you fuck her anyway. The danger is the foreplay. The possibility of witnesses is what makes her cum.