Just a fun little short I did on my phone playing with a southern accent.
Oh, where are my manners? Can I offer you a drink? We've got cola and my own special sweet tea.
You squeeze a lemon in that and it's damn near liquid relaxation. Or I could rustle you up a nice cold glass of water. It's lovely for the skin, you know.
Really, nothing at all? But you look parched, darling. You're sweating and your mouth's open as if it's dry as a bone.
And the way you keep licking your lips like you haven't had a drink in days. Unless. ..
Unless you're thirsty for something else. Judging by the way your eyes keep raking over my body but you can't meet mine, makes me think you're not thirsty at all. You're hungry.
Absolutely starving for a taste of me. Hmm. Well.
.. What kind of host would I be if I didn't oblige my guest?