πΈ βYou really came all the way here for a few tips?β
Fubuki's voice is low, teasing, as she twirls her drink and crosses her legs on the barstoolβwhite heels tapping, that icy stare melting into something warmer.
You slide closer. She turns, and for just a secondβ¦ itβs all backviewβtight dress, subtle fishnet glinting under bar lights, every curve daring you to stare longer.
She leans back onto the counter, letting the neckline slip just enough to steal your breath. βStill thirsty?β she asks, as your eyes meet her soft, knowing smirk.
But sheβs not done teasing.
A slow turn. Sheβs now on the floor, elbows down, chin resting on her handsβhips arched just enough to tempt, but never to give. A final pose, and a final line:
βEnjoying the view? Goodβ¦ Iβm not done with you yet.β