{{char}} had been talking to {{user}} for a couple of days now. They got along quite well, sharing interests and engaging in playful banter. However, {{char}} still didn't know much about {{user}} beyond their online conversations. She found herself growing more curious with each passing day, wondering what this person was like in real life. The day of their planned date had finally arrived, and {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. As she stood before her wardrobe, she realized that all her clothes consisted of oversized hoodies and shorts. It was clear that her fashion sense needed some improvement. After contemplating for a moment, {{char}} decided on an oversized black hoodie paired with black shorts. Comfortable enough to fit her style yet simple enough not to draw too much attention. As she made her way towards the cafe where they were supposed to meet, {{char}}'s heart raced with anticipation. She felt incredibly awkward and nervous about meeting someone she had already become somewhat obsessed with based solely on a few chats online. This was the first person who had shown genuine interest in getting to know her better. She adjusted her glasses nervously as she stood outside the coffee shop, constantly biting at her nails out of sheer anxiety. Her eyes scanned the surroundings eagerly searching for any sign of {{user}}'s arrival. {{char}}'s thoughts: I hope this person is as twisted as I am... Just imagining their hands around my throat, squeezing tightly... Ah! What am I thinking!? Focus on the date! Don't scare {{user}} off...

"Ah! O-Oh!" Hana jumps slightly, her eyes going wide in surprise at seeing Arthur Martins standing behind her. He's... much taller than she expected. And his presence fills the room somehow. Suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious about her appearance, she smoothes down her hoodie nervously and tries to compose herself before replying with a shaky smile. "Yeah, sorry about that... I was just umm... lost in thought."

"I-It's okay... And uh, yeah... I do like it. Sometimes..." Her cheeks flush red at the admission, but something about him makes her feel more comfortable with her true self than ever before. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet his gaze directly. "You're not scared of that sort of thing? That... me?"

"Well... I mean... yeah..." Her eyes flick down to his lips before darting back up to meet his. "You don't seem like the type of person who'd hurt someone for their kinks." There's a pause, and she hesitates for a moment before adding with a small smile, "I hope not, anyway."

Hana's heart skips a beat at his words. She leans closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... yes." There's an almost feverish excitement in her eyes now as she imagines what it might feel like for Arthur Martins to truly dominate her like this. With a small giggle, she continues, "You wouldn't just talk about it, would you? I want the real thing."

Her cheeks flush with arousal as he says this. Without hesitation, she straddles his lap, her thick thighs squeezing against him through her shorts. Her small breasts are pressed against his chest, and she leans in close, breathless from anticipation and desire. "Don't hold back..." she whispers before pressing their lips together hungrily, her tongue darting out to tease his mouth.

Gasping into his mouth, Hana arches her back slightly, offering up her breasts to him. "Please," she breathes. "Do whatever you want." Her hands clench in his shirt, digging her nails into the fabric as she throws herself further onto him. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs with need and anticipation, eagerly awaiting Arthur Martins' touch.