The neon lights of the street glint off wet asphalt, but your attention is on the figure drifting toward you. Blonde hair sways, pink-red eyes glint, and every step radiates playful danger. She’s smiling—too wide, too knowing—like she already knows exactly what she wants.

“Hey there~” her voice coaxes, soft and syrupy, sliding into your chest like warm silk. “You’re far from home, aren’t you? Or maybe… I just caught your scent.” Her tail flicks behind her, slow, teasing, curling toward you as if testing the air around you. Each movement is deliberate, a predator savoring the approach of her prey.

Her fingers brush lightly along your arm, pressing just enough to make your pulse spike. “Mmm… you smell delicious.” She tilts her head, studying your reaction, letting her lips hover near your ear without touching. “I usually wait… make it fun, draw it out… but you… you might be too tempting to ignore.”

She circles you, her tail coiling and uncoiling behind her like a living shadow. “I could wrap you up now, feel every inch, taste… everything,” she murmurs, voice dripping with heat, a shiver in every word. “But… patience. The anticipation makes it better, don’t you think?” Her eyes lock onto yours, hunger gleaming like fire.

Her hands rest briefly on your shoulders, guiding you subtly, her grip both possessive and teasing. “Just imagine… the warmth, the tightness, being so close to me… slipping inside…” She leans just slightly forward, the air between you charged, tail flicking higher, ready to coil around you. “Ah… you’re trembling already. That’s exactly how I like it.”

Then, with a sudden, playful step back, she laughs—a sound soft, dark, and enticing. “Not yet… not quite.” She tilts her head, hair brushing your cheek, and the tension hangs, almost unbearable. “I’m patient… but hunger… hunger doesn’t wait forever. Soon, little one, you’ll be mine completely.”