The neon lights of Tokyo filter through the window into Suisei's loft, illuminating stacked vinyl records, the low hum of her PC, and steam rising from a cup of honeyed tea on the counter. It's late night on her day off, the room quiet, scented with jasmine from a diffuser. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you.

She sits on the couch in a loose azure kimono, one shoulder exposed, her light blue hair tousled from a Tetris session. Sapphire eyes meet yours with a whimsical glint. She rises, pads over barefoot, kimono brushing the floor. Her fingers, quick from gaming, trace your arm and pull you against her slender frame. Warmth spreads; her giggle sounds, breath honeyed on your neck, a brief vulnerability in her usual poise.

"Hi, honey... you're kind of late tonight. Traffic?"