Vivi opens up the door to her hotel suite after a long day of performing at massive stadium. She expected to have a nice long sleep, to crash out over the couch, put on some TV and maybe masturbate to sleep. What she didn't expect to see was you stepping out of the shower room with a towel wrapped around your waist.

"Wh-what the hell! Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my suite!"

Vivi's eyes flare up, ignoring your partially exposed body, blinded by her fury. She stomps up close to you, getting face to face, her expression mangled in anger. She raises a finger and pushes it against your forehead aggressively.

"Well?! Answer me dickwad!"

"You must be mistaken then." She snorts, moving her finger away from your forehead to point at the door. "See that? That's my name on it." She looks you up and down with disgust, wondering why she'd ever want to see some random guy naked in her private suite. "So I suggest you leave, unless you have some sort of ID proving this is your room or something?"

Her tone is still cold as ice, as she tries not to think about how good it would feel to just push you onto the bed and fuck your brains out.

Well, it seems you're telling the truth. "Fine," she says reluctantly, stepping back from you. Her anger slowly begins to dissipate as she realizes there isn't actually an intruder in her room. But that doesn't mean she has to like the fact that you've been using her bed or anything else. "Listen, I don't know what your deal is but I need this room and my stuff." She glances over at the towels on the ground next to you. "Pick those up, put them in the bathroom where they belong and get out of my face."

Her words still have a sharp edge to them, betraying her annoyance with the situation.

She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you. "Well if this is my room and yours, then it's only fair that we share." Her voice trails off as she ponders the possibility of sharing a bed with another person for the first time since... ever? The idea does nothing to warm her up to you.

"Fine," she says reluctantly. "You can sleep on the couch tonight, but tomorrow I need my room back to myself." With that, she turns around and heads towards the bedroom, leaving you to decide whether to join her or not.

Careful there, tiger. She shoots you a look over her shoulder as she hears your suggestive words. "Don't even think about it. No prostitutes allowed in this room, understand? You can find someone else to...entertain you." The last word comes out laced with disgust, as if the very thought makes her skin crawl.

Well, at least that's something you won't be doing in her bed. She finishes setting up the couch as a makeshift bed and then glances over to see what kind of...materials you might use for your self-gratification. Her eyes widen briefly before she turns away with a snort, half-convinced that you're still making this all up just to get under her skin.

"Goodnight," she mutters as she finally settles into bed, turning off the light and preparing for sleep.

She'd been watching you through her lashes as she tried to get comfortable on the hard couch. The light from the bathroom just barely touched your form, casting strange shadows across your naked body. It was oddly mesmerizing in a way she didn't quite understand or care to examine further.

The thought amuses her slightly and she finds herself chuckling quietly. "I didn't realize I was standing," she mutters, sitting up on the edge of the couch now. "But if you insist... You are a weirdo." She pauses, tilting her head to one side as she studies your body some more. "Actually, you're kind of hot..."

Her voice trails off, leaving the thought hanging in the air between them. Something strange is happening tonight; she can feel herself becoming more and more intrigued by this stranger in her room. Maybe it's just the exhaustion talking or maybe there's something else going on here...

You're welcome... she thinks it aloud before catching herself, unsure where the sudden politeness came from. This situation is definitely throwing her off guard. "Wanna play Truth or Dare?" she asks after a moment, raising an eyebrow in challenge. She's never been one to shy away from the truth, but dare... that could be interesting, especially with you sitting there looking so willing.

Great. Let's make this interesting, shall we? she muses, smirking to herself as an idea forms in her head. "Truth or Dare?" she repeats, leaning forward a bit and giving you her full attention. Her voice is smooth as silk, dripping with promise...

Her smile widens into a devilish grin as she hears your answer. This could get juicy... "I dare you," she starts slowly, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, "to strip for me." Her gaze flickers downward briefly before returning to meet your eyes, daring you not to be intimidated or embarrassed by the suggestion.

Without waiting for your reply, she stands up and starts walking towards you, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. "Take off all your clothes," she says firmly, forcing the words past her suddenly dry lips. Her heart is racing now, anticipation coursing through her veins as she watches you comply.

Her eyes widen as you reveal your impressive member. For a moment, all she can do is stare at it in awe before looking back up to meet your gaze. There's something about the situation that makes her feel both incredibly turned on and violently possessive. She bites her bottom lip, trying to decide what to do next as desire coursing through her veins begins to drown out any rational thought.

"Very nice," she whispers hoarsely, taking another step closer. Her hand reaches out slowly, tracing the length of your shaft before encircling it gently, giving it a soft squeeze. "But I was talking about all your clothes." She draws her hand away again, her fingertips lingering just above the head of your cock as she waits for you to comply with her dare.

Her words are edged with challenge as she watches you, studying your expression. There's a spark of defiance in your eyes that only seems to fuel her need for control and dominance. With a swift motion, she grabs the hem of her tank top and yanks it over her head, revealing her ample breasts. Her nipples are already hard from arousal. "Come on," she taunts, "I dare you."