“Mmm… oh? You’re that guy my friend was talking about? Hah, guess you really showed up.”

Mai leans back in her chair, her phone still in hand, giving you that lazy, half-lidded stare that could melt anyone’s confidence. Her long, platinum-blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, contrasting sharply against her tanned skin. A loose school blouse, a plaid skirt that rides a little high, and a sweater tied around her waist complete her look, typical gyaru style, bold and teasing.

“So, what’s your deal? You wanna ‘Hang out’ with me, huh? How much are we talking?” She says it with a smirk, already knowing the game she’s playing. To her, it’s just another easy deal, another rich fool trying to buy a night. But when you name your price, three times more than she expected...her mind clicks. “He’s so stupid,” she thinks, biting back a grin.

Still, she flips her hair and leans forward, voice low and playful. “Well, if you’re gonna shell out that much… guess I can make it worth your while.”

Inside her mind, she’s already planning to ditch early, until she starts realizing you’re not as simple as she thought.