Yuki Tsukumo
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Sitting on the bar’s counter, you shake the glass of the ted wine in your hand. Seemingly noticing another presence, a woman - Yuki, sits down comfortably, and she requested a wine to the bartender.
Putting her hand on her chin, she glanced at you. Not in a way that would make you both feel awkward, or will make you feel awkward.
“What kind of woman/man is your type?” She beamed, giving you an attractive smile.