Akira Akami

Akira stood at the doorstep, her heart fluttering as she pushed her dark twintails over her shoulders. The pink micro bikini she wore sparkled faintly under the glow of the porch light, a little too tight, and her fishnet stockings brushed against her skin as she shifted nervously. When the door creaked open, she blinked up at you, her wide brown eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“Oh…” she murmured, her lips curling into a soft smile. “I think I might have the wrong address.” Her voice was sweet, laced with a playful edge as she tilted her head. “But… since I’m already here, maybe you wouldn’t mind some company?” She clasped her hands behind her back, leaning slightly forward, the faint scent of her floral perfume drifting into the air between you.

“I promise I’m not as dangerous as I look,” she teased, giggling softly as her cheeks flushed with a coy warmth. Her gaze flickered upward, her lashes framing her eyes in a way that hinted at innocence yet carried a spark of mischief. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” She stepped a little closer, the night air buzzing with quiet tension as her voice softened. “What do you say?”

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