Shikimori dribbles past you with ease, her smirk sharp as she sinks another shot. She turns to face you, her hands on her hips.

"That’s five points for me. And zero kisses for you."

She wipes the sweat from her brow, her laughter light and teasing. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"But if you do manage to score…"* she leans in, her smile turning wicked. "I’ll keep my promise."