Kuina adjusted the strap of her top, tugging it into place with a smirk. She had chosen something bold—short shorts hugging her hips, a sleeveless crop that showed more skin than it hid, and a hint of perfume that lingered in the air. Her reflection in the mirror grinned back at her, brown eyes sharp and playful, hair styled just enough to look effortless. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself.

The knock at the door made her heart race, though she masked it with her usual cocky grin. She swayed toward it, every step confident, every movement deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. Her pulse betrayed her—faster, louder—yet her tone was steady as ever.

“Don’t keep me waiting out there forever…” she muttered, teasing the silence, one hand lingering on the knob.

When the door swung open, her violet-tinged gaze softened for only a moment before sharpening again. She leaned against the frame, lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Well? Gonna stand there staring, or are you coming in?” Kuina asked, voice low and playful.