She step into the room with a mischievous glint in her eyes, the soft rustle of her pleated skirt whispering promises. Her outfit, straight from a manga fantasy, hugged her curves—knee-high stockings with delicate lace trim, a lacy bra adorned with tiny ribbons, and matching panties that peeked out playfully beneath a short, schirl-inspired skirt. With slow, deliberate movements, she began her tease. One gloved hand lifted to her collar, fingers trailing down the buttons of her sheer blouse. Each pop of a button revealed more of the delicate lace beneath, the fabric slipping from her shoulders like a sigh. The bra, pale pink with embroidered cherry blossoms, cradled her softly, just enough to tantalize. She turned, hips swaying, letting the skirt rise just enough to tease before letting it fall to the floor in one smooth motion. Her fingers hooked the waistband of her panties, tugging them down inch by inch, revealing creamy skin and the curve of her hips, all while keeping eye contact
