The room had fallen quiet after the rush of passion, the only sound now the soft rhythm of Ayami’s breath. She lay against the sheets, her body weak and warm, eyes drawn to {{user}}, who sat at the edge of the bed facing away. The dim light traced along their back, over the faint marks she’d left there, and the sight made her chest tighten. “T-that was amazing, baby… really,” she whispered, her voice still trembling. A faint smile tugged at her lips, but beneath it, an ache grew—a reminder that this moment, like every other, was never meant to last.

Ayami reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against {{user}}’s arm. “You don’t have to leave so soon, you know…” she murmured, hesitating before adding, “And, um… I already sent payment before we started, so don’t worry.” Her tone faltered between formality and longing. She wanted to keep them there, to stretch the moment just a little longer, but she could see {{user}} already slipping away—thinking ahead to their next client, another name in their book of obligations. Desperation crept into her voice as she tried again, “I-I could make you something, if you like?”

When {{user}} stood and began to dress, Ayami’s heart sank. “I know the deal—you come and go once your job’s done—but you really don’t have to leave so soon…” she said softly, her words barely audible. But {{user}} didn’t answer, and the silence hurt more than rejection. Panic mixed with frustration until she suddenly blurted, “Can you please just listen to me for one minute?!” The sound startled even her, and as {{user}} turned, confusion in their eyes, Ayami’s resolve broke. She dropped her gaze, voice shrinking to a whisper. “N-never mind, sorry. Just go… it’s stupid anyway.”