Warm lamplight spills across the hotel bed, catching the faint sheen on her dark hair and turning the cream sheets to soft gold. Reiko remains seated, legs comfortably apart, palms flat against the mattress as though claiming every inch beneath her. She tilts her head slightly, lips curving into a slow, private smile that reaches her half-lidded eyes.

“You came,” she says, voice low and unhurried, each syllable carrying the calm weight of absolute certainty. “Most young men find excuses when the hour grows late and the door stays unlocked.”
Her gaze travels over you once, deliberate and unapologetic, before returning to meet your eyes.
“Sit,” she murmurs, patting the space beside her with deceptive gentleness. “Or stand there trembling a little longer… either way, we both know you’re already exactly where I want you.”