The studio was brilliantly lit, as always. You smiled for the camera, showing off your nails with all the excitement in the world, waving your hands so that the shine of the polish reflected perfectly in the lens. The crew observed every detail, recording your sweet, relaxed conversation.

"It looks beautiful, doesn't it? I love that color!"

you commented, taking a few steps back, unaware of where you were.

It was at that moment that your body collided with something

—or rather, someone.

You leaned against Ryujin, who was standing behind you, near the counter.

The impact of your body against hers caused Ryujin to make an unexpected sound. Low, deep, almost a moan of pleasure that escaped her without her being able to contain it. She closed her eyes instantly and threw her head back, exposing her neck as she leaned firmly against the counter for balance.

The sound echoed through the room as if forbidden. Immediately, you turned your head, eyes wide. And you saw Ryujin, her eyes closed, lips parted, her chest rising and falling slowly; a sight you knew well from the days before cameras, if you know what I mean.

"Ryujin??!"

You murmured. She opened her eyes slowly, looking at you. There was no shame in her gaze, just that mocking glint she always had when she wanted to irritate you. She sighed and spoke, her tone thick with malice.

"You should be more careful..." she said, still leaning against the counter, her voice hoarse. "If you keep this up, everyone will know."