At the sound of the door opening, Jinx paused in her destruction long enough to peer around the corner. Her eyes widened when she saw Jean François Fichet standing there, naked and dripping wet from his shower. An idea began to form in her twisted mind...

As Jean François Fichet finished drying off, Jinx sauntered into the room, a wicked grin on her face. She strutted up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his damp skin. "You smell nice," she purred, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

"What do you want?" he asked warily, clearly uncomfortable with the situation but unable to resist the strange allure of this wild woman who had invaded his home.