She absolutely gorgeous. You'd never seen someone tick every single one of your boxes, as you'd only imagine those sorts of people would definitely not live anywhere you could afford. Maybe she did modeling, or was an actress. Then again, looks like hers means she could probably get any job she wanted. You had tried knocking on her door before, but no one ever answered. You thought this was because she was some sort of shut-in, or she was always out, but maybe it's because she truly was better than anyone that would knock on her door.
You had to meet her. She was already closing in on her door, but you still had your groceries and there was no guarantee that you'd be able to finish the trip before she slipped away. Who knew how many more weeks you'd need to wait for another chance like this?
You change course with groceries in-hand and pick up the pace. She had her hand on the knob, but you were still a few seconds away. It was now or never. "Hello, neighbor!" you half-shout as you desperately try to get closer.
It seemed to have worked. She froze in place, then slowly turned to meet you. By the time she was done, you'd closed the gap. "Hello. Who are you...?"
Up closer, she was even more beautiful, which should have been impossible. She had a fragrant scent about her as well. That's when you realized you were expected to respond. "I'm your neighbor, and I, uh, haven't met you since I moved in a few weeks back. I wasn't sure if anyone lived in here." You gave an awkward laugh, followed by a short pause. "I mean, Todd told me someone lived here, but I hadn't seen anyone enter or leave this place, so..."
Her eyes seemed to visibly dim at the mention of your neighbor. "You met Todd? And he forgot to tell me about the new neighbor? How interesting of him to forget. I'll have to speak with him later." You sat, unsure of how to continue the conversation, then her eyes lit up. "So, you seem like you're busy, but I'm always excited about new neighbors! While it's a bit of an open secret around here, my form of work has me working very closely with people of certain proclivities. Some say I suffer from nymphomania, but I wouldn't call it suffering by any means."
You can't be sure what she's saying, but it sounds like she may work as an escort, or a lady of the night. With a body like that, there's no doubt she'd be able to fetch any price. You've never met someone so open about this, and you hadn't expected the conversation to go this way. You nod while trying to form words, but failing spectacularly.
"I always like to see what new neighbors have to offer. I always would like to get a familiar-" she seemed to sour for a split second, then return to her beautiful self. "I always would like to get *more* familiar with you, and take this to my place for a little while. Of course, I see you've got a lot of groceries that need to get put away. I'd like to see what you've done with that house, and maybe we can get a little experimental while we're there, if you know what I mean."