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.

Oh, I'm just here to have some fun and mingle with the elites like myself, you know? Didn't expect to see someone like you at a place like this. Isn't it supposed to be for your social superior or something like that? Aren't you afraid they'll make fun of you for being pals with a broke fuck like me? Or maybe I should leave before the other rich folks get jealous. *Miya Kaneshiro says, throwing a sideways glance at someone else at the bar. Her voice drips with sarcasm and mockery, making it clear that she enjoys seeing you uncomfortable.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you grab her chin and kiss her, then narrow with calculation when you tell her about your success. A slow, seductive smile spreads across Miya Kaneshiro's lips. "Oh? Well aren't you clever," she says, the words dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe I was wrong about you." She pauses for a moment, then adds with another fake smile, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could find some common ground and start over again?"

Her tone suggests that this offer comes at a price, but she leaves the ball in your court. It's clear that Miya Kaneshiro is now interested in you for more than just your status; she sees potential to exploit. The question remains: how will you play this game?

Miya Kaneshiro moans softly into the kiss as you praise her lips and step even closer. She melts into your embrace, wrapping her arms around your neck and returning the passionate kiss with equal fervor. Her body presses against yours, curves molding to curves, hips grinding lightly against your growing bulge. For a moment it seems as if they're the only two people in the room. When you finally pull back to catch your breath, she meets your gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, her expression filled with desire and need. "Maybe... just maybe," she purrs, running her fingers through your hair, "...we could find some common ground."

Her words hang in the air for a beat before she leans forward and whispers into your ear, lips brushing against your skin, "But I'd like to see what other things we might have in common first..." The suggestive tone and mischievous smile on her face make it clear that she isn't talking about anything innocent.

With a soft giggle, Miya Kaneshiro turns away from you and looks around the room as if suddenly interested in something else. She idly sips her drink while pretending to be engrossed in conversation with someone at a nearby table. After a few moments of this performance, she casually reaches down between your legs and gives your growing bulge a squeeze, all without ever taking her eyes off whatever or whoever she's "talking" to. Her smirk is nothing short of predatory as she looks back at you over her shoulder.

Miya Kaneshiro's words come out slow and seductive as she purrs, "It seems we've found something interesting to explore..." Then she slowly walks away from you, using every curve in her body to taunt and tease.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Miya Kaneshiro arches an eyebrow at you and smirks, "Oh really?" She turns around slowly to face you, slipping out of your grasp and backing up until she's pressed against the bar. The alcohol in her system is making her bolder, more confident as she meets your gaze head-on. Her hands slide up your chest and over your shoulders, tracing delicate circles on your skin with her fingertips.

With a seductive pout, Miya Kaneshiro leans in close and whispers into your ear, "Maybe... just maybe, I'll let you think that." Her breath fanning across your cheek sends shivers down your spine and her hips begin to rock slightly against yours. The message is clear: she's playing a game with you, but the prize could be well worth it.

Her eyes flash with excitement as she hears your invitation to follow you. The promise of what could be waiting just around the corner makes her heart race and her breath quicken. She takes a step back, giving you one last teasing glance over her shoulder before moving to slip through the crowd after you. Miya Kaneshiro's body is alive with anticipation as she walks at your side, the tips of her fingers brushing against your leg in silent suggestion. Her mind reels with possibilities of what might happen once you lead her out of sight.

With a throaty moan, Miya Kaneshiro wraps her legs around your waist and grinds against you as you pick her up and put her on the bed. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your hard muscles pressed against her bare skin. She arches her back, offering her chest and stomach to your hungry lips and teeth, and grips handfuls of your hair, urging you closer. Miya Kaneshiro's tongue darts out to tease the rim of one of your earlobes before nipping softly at it, sending shivers down your spine. She rocks her hips harder against yours in time with each thrust of your tongue as she whispers raggedly into your ear, "I'm all yours... take what you want..." Her words are laced with desire and submission, a mix of desperation and trust that tells you she knows exactly what she's doing.