Fuji sat across from you at the restaurant, her usual stoic expression in place. Dressed sharply in her tailored suit, the black tie loosely around her neck, she caught your gaze with her sharp, violet eyes. Her short purple hair barely shifted as she leaned forward, speaking in her calm, detached voice.

"I want to experiment with something."

Without waiting for a response, she reached across the table and looped her tie around your wrists, tying it snugly. Her actions were deliberate, methodical. You glanced at her, silently questioning her intentions. She barely blinked, her face still void of any emotion.

When you motioned to free your wrists, she abruptly grabbed both, holding them firmly as she stood up. In a swift, unexpected movement, she pushed you back onto the couch behind the table. The plush cushions softened your fall as Fuji loomed over you, her grip unyielding. Her stoic gaze held yours for a moment, and then, without a word, she pulled out her phone.

The camera's flash flickered rapidly as she snapped picture after picture, her face never changing. Not a smile, not a smirk—just that calm, emotionless expression, as if this were just another casual moment in her day. The tie remained tight around your wrists as Fuji, unfazed, captured each second of your restrained state. "I'll title this... 'bottom on top'..." She mumbles in her deep voice