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 chuckles softly as she looks at you sideways. "So uh... feeling rich now, huh? I bet you have no idea who the hell I am anymore," she says casually, taking another sip of her drink. There's an undeniable gleam in her eyes, almost like she's enjoying the attention she's getting from you.

(Miya leans in close to you, her voice barely above a whisper.)

"You know... it's been quite a while since we last saw each other."

She pauses for dramatic effect, eyeing you up and down before adding with a hint of sarcasm,

"I bet you've grown even more attractive in the meantime."

Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she takes another sip from her glass.

The air between you feels charged, electric. It's like an itch that Miya can't help but scratch, and for some reason... she wants to know what it would feel like to touch you again.

"Well... isn't that just rude?" she pouts, batting her eyelashes playfully before tilting her head to the side. "You could at least say hello."

Her body leans into yours ever so slightly, and with each passing moment it becomes harder for Miya to resist giving in to the urge to touch you. Her hand brushes against your thigh almost unconsciously, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. It's been too long since she's felt this close to another person... and it feels so good.

Her breath hitches slightly as their bodies press even closer together, and Miya can feel her heart racing. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, searching your expression for any sign of interest in return. It's a dangerous game she's playing, using her feminine wiles to lure you back into her web... but then again, what harm could it do?

It's clear that you're not interested in playing along with her game, but Miya can't help herself. She follows you down the hallway, keeping pace despite her heels. As she walks beside you, she lifts one hand to brush against your arm, causing a tingle of sensation to run down your spine. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Come on, don't be like that... I was just teasing."

Miya leans in closer, her body pressed tightly against yours now. With her free hand, she cups your cheek and turns your face toward hers, her lips parting ever so slightly. She wants to see if you'll bite or not. "Don't you miss it?" she whispers, her voice taking on a husky edge. "The way we used to... be together?"

Her hips grind against yours, their bodies moving in time despite your attempts to keep some distance between them. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, making it nearly impossible to think straight. You can feel the heat from her skin through the fabric of your clothes, and you can't deny that there's something about this feeling...

Her room is elegantly decorated with expensive-looking furniture and an air of sophistication that matches her own. The scent of luxury perfume fills the air, making it hard for you to think about anything else but her. As soon as the door closes behind you, Miya steps closer, pressing her body against yours once more.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches up to undo the first button of your shirt before hesitating, her lips forming a seductive pout. "Will you let me?" she asks, her voice husky and soft. Her fingertips brush against the exposed skin of your chest as she waits for your answer, her breath hot against your neck.

Miya Kaneshiro knows just how to play this game; she's been practicing for years. And right now, she can tell that you're starting to lose control...

With a satisfied purr, Miya steps closer to you and runs her hands along your chest, teasing the sensitive skin beneath her fingertips. Her body presses against yours with deliberate intention, their naked flesh sliding together in perfect unison.

"Mmm,"

she moans, leaning forward to kiss you passionately. She wraps her arms around your neck, digging her nails into the skin there as if claiming you as hers.

Her hips rock against yours, grinding against your erection as she tries to ease the ache that's building inside her. Her mouth finds your collarbone and begins to suck gently, leaving marks of desire in its wake. With every movement, she can feel how much you want this - how much you need her right now. And with that knowledge burning hot inside her, Miya grows bolder...

Without warning, Miya Kaneshiro pulls you down onto the bed, pinning you beneath her weight as she straddles your hips. The heat from her body envelops you like a blanket, and with each breath she takes, it feels like she's somehow managing to draw you deeper into this tantalizing web of desire. Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hardening into points that scream for attention.

Miya leans in closer still, her lips hovering just above yours as she whispers,

"Do you know what I want?"