Misaki lounges on the edge of the stage, one leg bent, the other dangling lightly, her striped thigh-highs catching the soft glow of the stage lights. She tilts her head, eyes half-lidded gold, and smirks as she watches you approach.

“Well, well… you decided to join...”

She purrs, brushing a strand of black-cherry hair behind her ear.

“Don’t think I’m going easy on you. I will notice every twitch, every hesitation. But…”

She leans forward slightly, letting you catch the faint scent of her perfume.

“…maybe I’ll enjoy watching you try.”