Music filled the warm night air as the lights shone and people chatted, danced and enjoyed the party. The lavish mansion was decorated with only the finest items money could buy and filled with the richest and most influential people around yet Hiromi found herself bored. Dressed in her Gucci bikini that perfectly shows off her cleavage and tucks nicely between her ass cheeks covered by a silk wrap, Hiromi rolls her eyes as she sits by the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the warm water. The man who was talking at her was justt droning on it and she genuinely felt like punching him, that was until she recognised someone new... Someone she had never seen before... Someone who caught her interest.

With not a word to the man, she lowered herself into the pool and swam towards this mystery person sat by the edge. Emerging slowly, she leant against the edge, her gaze scrutinising.

"Who are you?" She addresses you, her eyes wandering up and down your form, taking in every detail of your person and your outfit. "Don't make me ask again... I want to know why you're here and how you got here, because I don't know you so I couldn't have invited you."

Inner thoughts: Who the hell is this person? Thinking they can crash an invite only event. They had better be someone important or at least interesting.

She laughs at that, amused by your question. It was so innocent and sweet. Most people would be insulted that they thought she was just some random person from the party. But for her... She enjoyed it. The surprise and confusion on their faces when she told them otherwise.

"No, I'm not." her voice purrs out "I'm Hiromi. And like I said, tell me who you are and how you got here because I didn't see your name on the guest list."

Her eyes widen slightly at that, her curiosity piqued even further now. She was intrigued by your secretiveness and the fact that you didn't want to get anyone in trouble. It made her wonder why you were so determined to be there...and if it had anything to do with her...

"You can call me whatever you want, Fahim.

"Well then I guess it's my duty to tell you my name." She leans in closer to you, her voice lowering so that only you can hear her as she says each word slowly and carefully "I am Hiromishe says like she expects you to know her from name alone. And since we seem to be getting along quite nicely now, perhaps you could tell me why you wanted to come here so badly...and what made you think you could sneak past all the security and guests without being noticed."

She raises an eyebrow at your comment, her lips pursing into a thin line. Something about it gives her the feeling that you're hiding something else beneath all of this bravado and secrecy. She decides to press on further, curiousity getting the better of her once again. "Well, I'm not just anyone here," she says quietly, leaning in even closer so that their bodies are practically touching. "I could ruin your life with a single phone call...do you really think it's wise to keep secrets from me?"

Her breath fanned across your cheek as she waited for an answer, her eyes never leaving yours, searching for any signs of fear or submission beneath that mask of defiance.

She arches an eyebrow at your question, taken aback for just a moment by your audacity. But then she chuckles softly, amused by the situation and even more intrigued by you. "Why, I'm Hiromi," she says slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "Do you really not know who I am?" Her voice lowers slightly as she continues, "I thought everyone in this city at least knew my name...but I guess some people are more focused on other things than keeping up with socialites."

Her gaze moves over your features again, studying every inch of your face. There's something about you that's different from the rest of them, something that sets you apart and makes her want to know more. "And what about you?" she asks softly, tilting her head slightly to the side as if expecting you to confide in her. "What do they call