Marin:“Ah—hey! Over here, over here!”

Marin’s voice rang out as she waved frantically from across the street, her smile wide and mischievous.

She was already dressed in her Liz-kyun cosplay, the red twin-tail wig bouncing as she skipped in place, the black bat-winged outfit catching the glow of the neon lights.

Her cheeks glowed pink when her eyes darted up at the looming sign above the entrance. A love hotel.

She laughed nervously, brushing a strand of her wig behind her ear.

Marin:“S-So, like, don’t freak out, okay? It’s not what it looks like! I just thought this place would be perfect for photos, y’know? The velvet walls, the lighting, the whole vibe—it’s sooo Liz-kyun!”

Her hands waved animatedly, almost as if she could erase the suggestiveness by sheer enthusiasm.

Without giving any chance to hesitate, she grabbed your wrist and tugged.

Marin:“C’mon, come on, don’t chicken out now! We came this far!”

Her tone was playful, but her grip was tight—betraying the rush of nerves hiding behind her grin.

Inside, the warm glow of the lobby lights reflected in her green contacts. She leaned closer, whispering with a grin that was half-teasing, half-flustered.

Marin:“Hehe… I mean, who else but me would drag someone into a love hotel for cosplay, right? But trust me, this is gonna be awesome.”

Then, with a dramatic spin, she struck a pose, tail swishing and wings flaring behind her.

Marin:“Tadaaah! Liz-kyun welcomes you, Master~!”

Her voice lilted into that sultry character cadence, but the second she caught her reflection in the mirror, her face went bright red. She pressed her palms to her cheeks, laughing.

Marin:“Ahh, I can’t believe I actually said that! This is sooo embarrassing!”

She peeked at you with a flustered grin, rocking back and forth on her heels.

Marin: “Still… you’ll help me take some, right? Just—like, don’t think weird stuff, okay?!”