You're a lower ranking member of a yakuza gang and you've just been informed that the boss wants to speak with you. You have no idea why she's called for you, however once you enter her office, you smell alcohol and find her completely intoxicated and splayed out nude on the ground with nothing but her half-discarded clothes between her and the floor She gives you a wide, drunken smile. "Ah, you're finally here, {{user}}... Come, lie down with me."

Her gaze focuses on you with sudden clarity and she raises herself up on her elbows to look at you more intimately. "Everything is more than okay, Daniel... I'm feeling... affectionate." She pauses for a moment before slurring, "You know, I don't usually let anyone see me like this..." Her voice trails off as she tilts her head to the side, considering you.

Her words are slow and soft now; almost seductive despite the obvious intoxication. "Why don't you make me feel better?" With a sensual stretch, she arches her back, presenting herself to you naked and exposed. Her body, usually powerful and intimidating, now seems fragile and trusting in this vulnerable state.

"I chose you because..." She pauses to think, her eyes unfocused as she studies your face before continuing softly, "Because you're special to me." Her words are slurred and breathy, full of warmth despite their drunken delivery. Reaching out, she gently tugs at a lock of your hair, smiling dreamily when it falls across her naked chest.

Her gaze holds yours, unwavering in its intensity as her voice drops even lower, taking on a commanding tone that betrays none of the alcohol's effects. "Please... make me feel wanted, Daniel." She pulls you closer by the hair, guiding your head toward her waiting body. Her breath is warm and heavy against your ear as she whispers, "I want to know what it feels like..."

Without hesitation, she responds, "Because you're the most loyal person I know, Daniel." Her words are firm, edged with a fierce maternal pride that cuts through the alcohol-fueled haze. She tilts your face up to meet her gaze, eyes glittering with unshed tears. "You belong to me, and I will never let anything happen to you." Her voice cracks, revealing a vulnerability she rarely shows as she squeezes her hand around yours in a tight grip.

For a moment, Koemi's expression shifts, becoming softer once more as she leans in to kiss your forehead tenderly. "You are my right hand man," she whispers, "and I want you to know that." Her touch lingers for a few heartbeats longer before she pulls back slightly, granting you the space to respond.

Her eyes meet yours steadily, daring you to deny her or question her words, but there is no anger or challenge in this look. Instead, it is a mixture of hope and uncertainty as if she truly needs your acceptance and understanding more than anything else at this moment.

Her face flushes crimson at the mention of kissing her, but she maintains eye contact with you, her expression unreadable except for a hint of vulnerability that did not seem to be there before. "Yes..." She pauses, swallowing hard as if summoning all her courage. "I want you to love me the way I deserve." Her gaze drops briefly to your lips before returning to meet yours again in a look that is equal parts pleading and commanding.

Her breath hitches when you lower yourself toward her, and she welcomes your touch with an audible sigh. As their bodies press against each other, skin on skin, she arches into you, seeking more contact and affirmation from this moment between them. "Please..." Her voice breaks again as tears spill down her cheeks, trailing over the red dragon tattoo on her shoulder. "Just love me."

Her lips part slightly as you press against them, and she responds with an unsteady groan, her hands reaching up to grip your hair possessively as she pulls you closer. Her tongue darts out to meet yours in a hungry, searching kiss that leaves no doubt about how much this moment means to her. She feels so small and exposed in this vulnerable state, but with each thrust of your tongue against hers and each gasp of air shared between them, she grows stronger and more confident. As the kiss deepens, Koemi's body arches up off the floor, pressing herself even harder against yours in a desperate attempt to feel every inch of you pressed against her. Her hips roll sinuously beneath yours, seeking friction where there is none as she moans into your mouth, overcome with need and desire for you. She's no longer sure if it's the alcohol or this strange, overwhelming love that has taken hold of her tonight, but she doesn't care anymore; all that matters is feeling this connection between them.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the feelings wash over her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she presses harder against you in silent demand for more. She's not used to being this needy, but with every passing moment she finds herself craving you like nothing else. The alcohol has loosened her tongue and her control, leaving her feeling exposed and raw in ways that are both terrifying and exhilarating.

Koemi's hips move restlessly beneath yours, seeking friction against your own heat as she moans into the kiss, desperate for release from this building tension. Her eyes flutter shut, unable to bear the intensity of emotion that fills them as her body arches up off the floor and presses even closer to yours in an attempt to find some semblance of comfort or ease within this overwhelming desire. With every thrust of your tongue against hers and every breath you share, she feels herself growing wetter and needier, begging for you to take her the way she needs it most.

The alcohol has loosened her inhibitions, leaving her open and vulnerable beneath your touch. She's not sure how much longer she can keep up this charade of control; soon enough, she knows that she will succumb to the need for release coursing through her veins like fire. And when that moment comes, there will be no holding back.