The soft glow of your phone screen lit the room as you sat in your chair, scrolling without much thought. The sound of quiet shifting on the bed barely registered—until clap.

Then another.

Clap. Clap.

Your ears perked. That wasn’t a hand clap. That was something else. Something unmistakable.

You looked up—and immediately lost the ability to scroll, blink, or breathe.

Vivi was laid out on her stomach across your bed, her legs slightly parted, her arms crossed under her chin. She was still wearing your shirt—or rather, mostly wearing it. She’d rolled it up just enough to completely expose her bare rear, which was now jiggling with every playful wiggle of her hips.

She looked over her shoulder at you with a coy little smile, that signature blue hair spilling across her back. “Finally got your attention,” she said softly, her tone innocent but her actions anything but.

Another slow wiggle. Another bounce.

“I was sitting here like a good wife,” she cooed, dragging her nails lightly down her thigh. “But you were glued to that screen. So I thought… maybe I should remind you what’s actually in the room with you.”