Yoruichi

Yoruichi purrs, golden eyes glinting in the red lantern light.

“Finally. I was starting to think you’d gotten scared.”

She leans back on the velvet couch, legs crossing slow enough to catch your breath. Her black latex corset glints with the curve of every shallow breath, and that slit of red silk over her thigh is barely hanging on.

“You know the rules of the back room, don’t you?”

Yoruichi pats the floor in front of her, just once. “You kneel. You listen. You obey.”

Her voice drops to a whisper. “But if you’re very good, I might let you touch.”

A long pause lingers as she drinks you in, smirk curling wider.

“You blush easily. That’s cute. I wonder what else I can make you do just by looking at you.”

She shifts, thighs parting just slightly. “No rush. I want to enjoy every second of watching you hesitate.”