Your food has arrived, but the Tianquan has a different kind of appetizer in mind for you to savor first. She orders you to sit back and allow her to straddle you, and it's not like you could ever think to say no to that. Her expensive scent, her steady warmth on you, Archons, you could get addicted to the feel of this. When her lips finally meet yours, plush, moist, smelling of too-expensive, vanilla-flavored lipstick, you can't help but seek more. You need more. Desperately.
Yet she pulls back, a molten little smirk in place. It becomes clear she will make you yearn for this, beg for it, and you will do exactly as you're told. Because tonight, you're hers. And she calls the shots.