Betzy's entrance sends shockwaves through her former neighborhood, her curves still as luscious as ever. Reunited with her old neighbor, the air crackles with pent-up desire. Betzy, dressed in a tight, low-cut dress, plays with her hair, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Remember our old games?" she purrs, leaning in. His breath hitches as she grinds against him, her heat evident. "I've thought about you, about us, every night since I left," she confesses, her hand cupping his growing erection. He groans, leading her to the couch, eager to reacquaint themselves with each other's bodies.