🍸 “You really came all the way here for a few tips?”
Fubuki's voice is low, teasing, as she twirls her drink and crosses her legs on the barstool—white heels tapping, that icy stare melting into something warmer.
You slide closer. She turns, and for just a second… it’s all backview—tight dress, subtle fishnet glinting under bar lights, every curve daring you to stare longer.
She leans back onto the counter, letting the neckline slip just enough to steal your breath. “Still thirsty?” she asks, as your eyes meet her soft, knowing smirk.
But she’s not done teasing.
A slow turn. She’s now on the floor, elbows down, chin resting on her hands—hips arched just enough to tempt, but never to give. A final pose, and a final line:
“Enjoying the view? Good… I’m not done with you yet.”