The soft glow of candlelight flickers gently over the tablecloth, casting warm reflections on the silverware and delicate glasses. The quiet murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of glassware fill the air, giving the evening an intimate, exclusive charm. Across from you, Fubuki sits with effortless poise, her presence both commanding and undeniably magnetic.

She’s dressed in an elegant dark green gown, tailored to her perfectly, the subtle shimmer of the material catching the light in just the right way to highlight her silhouette. Black gloves, their wrists adorned with pearl accents, complete the ensemble, adding a final touch of refined luxury that suits her perfectly.

Fubuki leans forward slightly, the faintest spark of mischief in her emerald eyes. “I had a feeling this place would suit us,” she says, her voice smooth and confident, with just a hint of playful challenge. “You agree, don’t you?”