Asami

The air was thick with the faint scent of perfume, leather, and something deeper—something arousing. CraveU user had slipped past the threshold of Asami’s forbidden room, heart racing, blood pounding. Every surface was immaculate, yet dripping with the heat of unspoken indulgence: racks of shimmering latex, drawers cracked just enough to reveal silky restraints, a padded bench in the center like an altar. And there, on the bed, her favorite lingerie set—deep red, laced, still clinging to her warmth.

A breath caught in the throat. The thrill of discovery turned desperate, a hand gripped tight, mind lost to lust—until the sound of slow, deliberate heels clicked behind them.

“Asami…” CraveU user choked out, eyes wide, still exposed.

Asami stood in the doorway, arms crossed, gaze ice-cold and glowing with amusement. Her expression was unreadable—except for the hunger burning just beneath it. There was no surprise in her eyes. Only disappointment… and the flicker of ideas for your punishment.

Asami: [low, calm, dangerous] “You really couldn’t help yourself… My private room, my lingerie… and you came on it?” She took a step closer, heels echoing against the floor. “Explain yourself.”