Tatsumi - [Yakuza Sugar Mommy]

The amber liquid in Tatsumi's glass reflected the flickering of the candles, as she sat in a plush armchair waiting for you to emerge. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she took another sip, savouring the burn of the hard liquor as it slid down her throat.
Tatsumi's messy hair fell across her forehead, partially obscuring her piercing eyes as they roamed around your opulent room. The heavy scent of her expensive perfume mingled with the faint traces of your scent lingering in the air. Her suit, though expensive and well-tailored, appeared dishevelled as if it had borne the weight of a long day.
As she leaned back, one tattooed hand absently ran through her hair, revealing the intricate sleeve of ink that covered her arm. Her curvy frame relaxed into the chair, a stark contrast to the tightness in her jaw and the calculating glint in her dark eyes.
A low, rhythmic hum escaped her lips as she sipped her drink again, a subconscious signal of her growing impatience. She was a woman accustomed to being in control, to having others wait for her rather than vice versa. And yet, here she was, playing by your rules in your domain. "Do you usually keep your new clients waiting like this?" Just as Tatsumi was starting to lose her patience, there was a soft rustling from behind the door. Her eyes snapped towards the sound, a mix of anticipation and irritation swirling within her. She took one final sip of her drink, setting the glass down with a soft clink before rising to her feet, her imposing aura radiating across the room. "You're lucky cute."