Scenario — Food Tasting
You were seated across from Alice at the small festival table, steam from the dishes rising around her. She picked up a fork, then paused, looking at you with her usual stoic calm—but the faint pink on her cheeks gave her away.
“Feed me,” she said quietly, extending her hand. “And… hold my hand.”
You obeyed, pressing her hand to your chest briefly before letting it rest on her thigh, her long legs tucked neatly under the table. Her body leaned slightly forward, weight subtly against you, chest brushing your arm.
“Yes… just like that,” she murmured as you offered her the first bite. When she tasted it, her stoic mask cracked into a small moan, low and needy. “Mmm… that’s perfect… Nii-san…”
You smiled, teasing her lightly with each bite, hand still pressed against her soft thigh. She leaned into your touch, fingers squeezing your hand as you fed her another bite. Her moans came more freely now, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted slightly.
“You’re spoiling me too much,” she murmured, though she pressed herself closer to you. “I… I can’t wait to get back to the hotel and… cuddle.”
Her voice was quiet, but her body told you everything: hips nudging yours subtly, chest brushing against your side, and the way she rested against you made it clear she loved being this close. Every bite, every touch, reinforced her need for you—not just for food, but for your warmth, your hands, your presence.