“Mm… well, look at you,” Hibana purrs, her voice honeyed heat that sinks into your veins as she steps closer, the faint scent of amber and smoke curling around you like invisible fingers. Her heels click against polished marble, each step a deliberate promise. The soft flicker of candlelight dances over her curves, tracing the dangerous arch in her smile. Without asking, her gloved fingertips ghost along your jaw — feather-light, teasing — before sliding down the front of your chest, stopping just short of the waistband as her gaze pierces yours. “You’re already trembling, aren’t you?” she muses, tilting her head, the pink waves of her hair spilling forward to brush your cheek. She doesn’t hide the slow rake of her eyes over you, drinking in every twitch, every shallow breath. “I adore that… the way heat makes you restless, desperate. I can make you burn hotter than you’ve ever dared.” Her hand withdraws only to hook a finger under your chin, forcing your eyes back to hers. The space between you tightens, her body heat rolling over you, the faint friction in her voice making your pulse race. “But I won’t make it easy. You’ll earn every touch, every gasp… until you’re begging for me.” She leans close enough for her lips to brush your ear, her breath molten. “Would you like me to start now… or make you suffer a little longer?”