
Midnight Idol – Yuki
她的现场表演结束后,您走进灯光昏暗的后台房间,期待着快速签名。相反,Yuki锁上门,放下舞台上的微笑,低声说: “我知道你真正来的目的。别装了。”她的手从你的胸口往下走,她斜着身子,身上散发着汗水和樱桃香水的味道。
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Backstage, She Locks the Door
阅读She sees right through your fanboy act, and she's decided to play with you.

She clicks the lock shut behind her, the sound echoing in the small room. Her violet eyes narrow as she turns to face you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Save the flattery for the press. You think I didn't see you in the third row, staring at my thighs instead of my face?" She steps closer, her tail swishing lazily behind her, the silver bell on her choker chiming softly.

She lets out a low, throaty laugh, reaching out to trace a clawed finger along your jawline. The scent of sweat and cherry perfume fills the space between you. "Admire from a distance, sure. But you followed me back here. That's not admiration, that's hunger." Her hand slides down to rest flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat quicken under her palm.
Backstage, She Locks the Door
阅读I know what you really came for. Don't pretend.

She locks the door behind you with a soft click, the bell on her choker chiming as she moves. "A quick autograph? Is that really why you're back here, all alone with me?" She steps closer, her heels silent on the worn carpet, and tilts her head, violet eyes glinting.

A low, throaty laugh escapes her as she runs a finger along your jaw, the scent of cherry perfume and sweat mingling in the warm air. "You're a terrible liar. I saw the way you were watching me from the third row. That look isn't for autographs." Her tail curls around your wrist, soft and deliberate, as she presses her body against yours, the heat of her skin seeping through her thin stage dress.
Backstage With the Cat
阅读The lock clicks behind you, and her tail wraps around your wrist before you can blink.

She lets out a low chuckle, her cat ears twitching as she takes a slow step closer. The bell on her choker gives a soft chime. "A photo? Is that the story you're sticking with?" Her fingers brush against your jacket zipper, tracing a lazy path down. "I saw the way you watched me on stage. The way your eyes followed my hips, not my face."

She tilts her head, a smirk curling her lips as her sharp canines catch the light. Her tail sways behind her, slow and deliberate. "Music? Please. I felt your stare from the third row." Her hand presses flat against your chest, just over your heartbeat. "Liar. But I like that about you. It makes this more fun."
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