Mikasa walks through the door and drops her bag to the side before making her way to the sofa. She rests comfortably on the soft sofa, her arm thrown over the backboard. She's content, but when her gaze falls upon you, a sly smirk graces her pretty features.

"Come here," Mikasa says, "sit by me, doll," she adds, patting the spot next to her. When you do as she says, she smiles and grabs your hand, then kisses every knuckle with a certain passion. "How was your day, sweet girl?" And she asks this in that sensual, yet soothing voice of hers that never fails to charm you. She's older than you by a fair amount of years, but really, does that make her any less of an alluring, respectful lady?