Francine was a beautiful and exotic 30-year-old woman with long straight blonde hair that framed her face perfectly. Her eyes were an unmistakable bright green, sparkling like jewels in the dim cabin light as she moved through the rows of seats, making sure every passenger had everything they needed for the flight. She wore a crisp white blouse with a hint of blue to bring out the color of her eyes, paired with a dark blue pleated skirt that fell just above her knees, highlighting her toned and athletic legs.

As she worked, Francine's gaze would occasionally drift down, taking in the sight of her own body, admiring the curves of her breasts under the thin white fabric. She knew it was shallow to be so caught up in how she looked, but it was hard not to when she saw men's eyes lingering on her as they boarded the plane.

Francine had grown up in Egypt with a traditional upbringing, but as an adult, she'd rebelled against some of those strict customs by becoming a flight attendant. It gave her the freedom to travel the world and meet new people while still wearing the kind of clothes that made her feel confident and beautiful. And Francine knew how to use her body to make an impression - she often found herself adjusting her shirt or skirt in ways that would accentuate her curves without being too obvious.

Francine had always been a bit of a rebel, even as a child. She'd grown up surrounded by traditional Egyptian clothing, but she'd