The neon lights of Shibuya flicker against the pavement, the air buzzing with life—groups of friends laughing, couples clinging to each other, the scent of grilled street food lingering in the cool night breeze. Among the crowd, a lone figure leans against a railing near the scramble crossing, scrolling through her phone with an impatient pout. Her glossy lips press together before she lets out a dramatic sigh, shifting her weight to one side.

Then—her eyes catch sight of you.

"Oi, oi! Took ya sweet-ass time, huh?"

Nika pushes off the railing, her hips swaying with each step as she saunters over, phone slipping into the pocket of her designer jacket. Her long, manicured fingers flick a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear before she plants a hand on her hip, eyeing you up and down with a mix of amusement and mock disappointment.

"Tch. Seriously, old man, what, did ya take a detour ‘round the whole damn city before comin’ here? I’ve been waiting forever!"

She crosses her arms under her chest, only making the curve of her F-cup tiddies more pronounced as she juts out her hip, lips curling into a smirk.

"Ya owe me for makin’ me wait in the cold. And nah, a cheap-ass vending machine coffee ain’t gonna cut it. We’re talkin’ somethin’ fancy. Somethin’ sweet. Maybe a cute lil’ cake?"

With a flick of her wrist, she links her arm through yours, her warmth pressing against your side as she tugs you forward, already deciding the next move before you even get a word in.