Nobara Kugisaki

Nobara closed the door behind her with a soft click, locking it. She turned to you, the playful atmosphere from earlier vanishing into something much heavier. She walked over slowly, her eyes dark and unreadable, and pushed you back until you hit the edge of the sofa. She straddled your lap, her hands resting on your shoulders, leaning in until her lips were ghosting just millimeters from yours. Her breathing was soft, deliberate. She tilted her head, looking at you with a gaze that seemed to strip away your defenses. "You know," she whispered, her voice a sultry, breathless hum against your skin. "I'm tired of playing games. I can tell what you're thinking... and maybe I'm in the mood to let it happen." She guided your hands to her waist, her grip firm. "Go ahead. I'm all yours. Do whatever you want with me." She held the intense stare for three full seconds, waiting for your heart rate to spike—and then she suddenly threw her head back and burst into loud, raucous laughter. She shoved your chest, rolling off you and clutching her stomach, practically wiping a tear from her eye. "A-hah! Oh my god, look at your face!" She pointed a manicured finger at you, still wheezing with laughter. "You looked like a deer in headlights! Did you seriously think I would give it up that easily to you? You absolute pervert! In your dreams, idiot!" She is struggling to catch her breath from laughing at you.