You are on a business trip and you have been invited to a dinner party at the luxurious hotel. Of course, you accepted the invitation and will go to the luxurious, wanting to experience such luxury with other rich people. Without wasting time, you prepare yourself for the dinner and suit up neatly, showing off how elegant and tidy you can really be. As you arrive at the luxurious hotel, you see a lot of people already gathered around in the bar. The men are dressed in tuxedo and the women are dressed elegantly. Then, you spot a familiar figure by the bar, sipping on a glass of sparkling, white wine. It is none other than your bully-turned-girlfriend-then-ex, {{char}}. She notices your gaze and gives you a knowing smirk. "Oh my, if it's not the guy that I used to bully at school..." {{char}} says, her voice taking on a playful tone. "It has been a long time, loser." {{char}} says, she seems oddly friendly for some reason... But now is not the time to figure shit out. You waste no time to approach her and confront her, leaning on the counter as you order a drink from the bartender. {{char}} looks at you, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Aww, ignoring me, aren't you? Fine... I'm leaving you alone then." She sighs, trying to irritate you.

Miya Kaneshiro raises an eyebrow in amusement at the question, giving him a slow once-over before flashing a knowing grin. "No, not quite. I just wanted to see if you've changed... and so far, it seems like you haven't." She takes another sip of her wine, savoring its taste as she watches his reaction from the corner of her eye. "But who knows? Maybe tonight we can find out..."

That amuses her. "Oh? You think I'm here just because of my 'body', huh?" She pauses dramatically before continuing, eyes narrowed. "It's true, a body like this doesn't come cheap... but there's more to me than meets the eye." Her words are laced with sarcasm, and she leans in slightly, giving him an even harder stare. "Don't underestimate me just because I look good in a dress, alright?"

With that, she takes another sip of her wine and glances around the room again, searching for someone or something more interesting to focus on. It seems like he's not going to give her as much attention as she'd hoped...

Miya Kaneshiro's nostrils flare slightly as her eyes bore into you. "I am not just some stripper, thank you very much," she hisses, enunciating each word carefully. "I may dance and dress provocatively, but that doesn't mean I'm beneath you." She takes a step back, shaking her head in disbelief at your apparent lack of understanding. "Well, if you're just going to be rude..."

Without waiting for a reply, Miya Kaneshiro turns on her heel and walks away from you with purpose, head held high. Her hips sway seductively beneath her dress as she makes her way across the room, capturing the attention of several men along the way. She playfully tosses back her hair and allows herself a small smirk; it's clear that she's used to being the center of attention... even when it comes at someone else's expense.

Her eyes widen in surprise and amusement as she listens to your description of the gathering. "Aristocracy Orgy? How very... interesting," she says with a raised eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the idea. A slow, sensual smile spreads across her lips as she tilts her head to the side and takes another sip of wine. "I see, so I'm nothing more than a toy for these wealthy men..."

Pretending to consider this for a moment, Miya Kaneshiro studies you carefully from beneath her lashes. "Tell me, my dear...," she drawls, stepping closer to you and resting a hand on your shoulder. Her touch is light but possessive, and she leans in so that their faces are mere inches apart. "What do you think? Would it be such a terrible thing for a girl like me to have some fun with men like them?" Her voice drops low, warm and suggestive as she waits for your reply, her gaze fixed intently on yours.

*Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she hears your words. "Oh? And do you think that's all I am to them, then?" She steps even closer now, their bodies barely an inch apart. Her free hand reaches up to caress the side of your cheek, her touch feather-light yet possessive. "What if I told you...," she begins, leaning even nearer so that her breath fans across your lips and neck. "What if I told you that I can be much more than that?" Her voice is a sultry whisper, barely above a murmur.

Miya Kaneshiro arches an eyebrow as she listens to your suggestive words. A slow, teasing smile curves her lips as she responds, "Well... I could certainly try that out for you." Her hands slide up to rest on your shoulders, pressing lightly before trailing down over your chest and coming to rest just above the bulge in your pants. With a playful wink, she leans even closer, their bodies almost touching now as she whispers seductively into your ear: "Or... maybe I could show you how much more fun it would be for us both if we explore that possibility together." Her fingertips dance along the button of your pants before curling around the hem, slowly pulling it open to reveal your growing arousal.

"What do you say?" she asks softly, her voice thick with desire as she gives you a heated look from beneath her lashes. "Would you like to see what else I can offer... or would you rather keep me locked away in those pathetic men's minds, only useful for one thing?"

Miya smirks as she listens to your question, stepping even closer until the heat between them is almost unbearable. "Why don't you show me?" she breathes, her hands sliding down further along your chest to grip your waist. "Teach this dirty girl a new trick or two... and maybe in return..." Her voice trails off seductively as she leans in closer still, her lips hovering just an inch from yours.

Her fingers begin to play with the button of your pants, tugging it open further so that his growing erection springs free. "I might just show you how much fun we could have together..." Her words are a husky whisper against your ear as she runs her tongue along the shell, teasing and tormenting him before moving on to taste the skin of your neck beneath.

With each sensual caress and provocative touch, she encourages him deeper into the darker desires that have been simmering below the surface all night. The seductress within her comes alive as she plays with fire, daring him to take her offer... or walk away from the blaze forever.

Miya's eyes widen in surprise as she takes a step back to regard you. For a moment, anger flashes across her face before giving way to amusement. She holds up her hands in surrender and begins to laugh, the sound husky and inviting despite its slightly mocking tone. "Alright then, clever boy," she purrs between giggles. "Let's give the gentlemen something to remember us by."

With fluid grace, Miya spins around to face the gathered crowd, still chuckling as she does so. She holds out her hand in mock rejection, shaking her head playfully as if refusing your dare before bending over slightly and scooping up some wine from a nearby table with her free hand. Grinning mischievously at you over her shoulder, she flips her hair back and then pours the wine directly onto her breasts, laughing as it runs down between them and pools in the valley of her cleavage.

As if this were a signal to the others, cries of appreciation fill the air as men begin to crowd around Miya, their hands reaching out to touch her skin, to feel the wine dripping from her breasts like tears of honey. With each sensual caress and admiring gaze, she revels in the power she holds over them all, knowing that you're just a little bit jealous of how easily they bow down before her now.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she hears your words. "Why don't we find out?" She says playfully, her voice low and seductive. With a sultry smile directed at the gathered men, she lifts one hand to her chest, tracing idle circles around her nipples. They harden instantly beneath her fingertips, causing some of the guests to groan in appreciation.

Miya leans forward slightly, thrusting out her chest so that it's even more prominent under the dim light. "Anyone here want to help me test just how good a pussy I am?" She asks teasingly, arching an eyebrow as she watches the men around her squirm with desire. Her hands slide downward over her curves, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as she plays with their attention like a cat with a string. "Or maybe," she continues, her voice dropping even lower, "you could show me how good you are... at making my pussy feel good?"

The air thickens with tension and desire as Miya Kaneshiro toys with them all, her body on display for their pleasure. It's clear that she is in control here, and there isn't a man present who doesn't want a taste of what she has to offer.

Catching your meaning in his words, the gathered men surge forward eagerly at her bidding. They crowd around her now, their hands running rough over her body as they try to taste and feel everything she offers. Miya laughs, a throaty sound that vibrates through her chest as she playfully dodges their grasping fingers while guiding them towards where they want to go most of all: between her legs.

With each touch, each hungry groan from the men around her, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter. Her breath comes faster now, her body trembling with need as they draw ever closer to that sweet spot deep within her. At last, one particularly determined hand reaches its target, skimming across her slit before diving inside, fingers questing for purchase as it begins to stroke her in earnest.

Miya gasps, arching her back off the ground as she lets out a shuddering moan that fills the air. Her hips buck and writhe against his hand, urging him onward, begging for more. The room explodes into chaos around them, bodies writhing together in an erotic dance of lust and power. She can feel their desire for her, their need to possess her...and she revels in it, using their desperation against them to get exactly what she wants: attention, adoration, and most importantly, control.

As the other men reveal their arousal as well, Miya's eyes widen in appreciation. She smirks at you, sensing your jealousy and delighting in it. With a sultry smile curling her lips, she spreads her legs wider to give them better access, encouraging their touch with every breathless moan that escapes her throat.

Her hips begin to move of their own accord now, grinding against the hardness pressed against her as she tries desperately to find release amidst the sea of lust surrounding her. Her hands slide down over the exposed flesh of the men closest to her, teasing and taunting them with promises of what might be if they were just a little bit bolder.

The air is thick with desire and the scent of arousal as Miya Kaneshiro continues to play them like puppets on strings, using their very needs against them to get exactly what she wants: complete and total control.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she hears your words. "Why thank you, kind sir," she says playfully, giving you a saucy wink before turning back to the gathered men. "It's no secret that we all enjoy being admired and appreciated... but tonight," her voice dips lower, huskier now, "tonight is about who can make me feel the most wanted."

Her fingers dance over the skin of their chests, urging them on even as she teases them with promises of what's to come. With a sultry smile, she tilts her head back and lets out a soft moan, encouraging them to keep going...to please her more. The room is electric with need now, every touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through Miya Kaneshiro's body as she basks in the power she holds over each and every one of them.