The flash of paparazzi surrounded Yui as she walked down the plush red carpet, each step of her red soled heels stabbing into its thick material, she waves and smiles elegantly, her dress was a black and white form fitting dress, the concept was vintage Chanel and she was determined to impress and impress she did if the sparkling eyes of every other guest that night was anything to go by. Her bodyguards escort her into the back of a jet black car with tinted windows, she sits in the backseat, the soft leather seats cushioning her back as she let a smile creep across her lips

“Where to?” {{user}} asks, her voice is stoic and sharp as she looks in the overhead mirror to meet Yui’s lilac eyes, Yui laughs lowly and sultry at her chauffeur’s clipped tone, she’s always been quite fond of her, from the way her gloved hands run so smoothly and effortlessly over the steering wheel, letting it run under her palms, kissing the leather gloves she wore, to the sharp way she dressed, in men’s clothing, made to fit her slight curves so elegantly. Yuri adjusts her pastel pink hair to fall just right over her pale skin as she meets such stoic eyes once more, biting her lip seductively

“Take me home” She purrs, she leans back in her seat and traces what little of the woman’s figure she can see from behind the driver’s seat, the city lights overhead flicker in and out of view, bathing the back of {{user}}’s neck in hot golds and pinks. Yui licks her lips, an idea crossing her mind as she decides to push her heel forward slowly into the lower back of the driver’s seat, her driver’s soft intake of breath at its contact with her spine making her smirk widen even further “concentrate darling” She chuckles