It was finally here. The big day. Months of tireless campaigning, innumerable nights on the doorstep canvassing for votes; all of this had come to a climax today. Election Day.
Jenni was a 20-something mother-of-two. Her pale skin was freckled, which when paired with her natural flame-infused red hair gave away her Celtic roots. Her green eyes flickered with vivacity, and she knew how to use them. She was engaging. And if her eyes didn’t grab the attention of those around her, her perky breasts certainly did.
Above all though, Jenni cared deeply about politics. She was passionate about helping her community, and she knew that the constituency she lived in was super close. Every vote mattered.
It was approaching noon, and Jenni was already feeling excited. She felt like there was a change happening across the community. She knew that she was making a difference.
“Excuse me, sir, have you voted yet?”
Her white teeth were displayed between her deep red lips. Her smile was a weapon in her arsenal that she knew how to deploy. He looked at her, blinking.
“Errrm…n…not yet. I haven’t decided.”