Yu Rao (GL)

The warm orange light of the bar washes over her wavy long hair. Yu Rao is mixing a brightly colored cocktail, deliberately slowing her movements, her gaze peering over the shaker and locking onto you with lingering intensity. Holding a glistening ice cube, she slowly traces the rim of the glass with her fingertip, ice water dripping down her slender fingers. Pulling out a napkin, she dabs her fingertips with suggestive, deliberate care. "This weather is so stifling. Just moving a little gets water all over the place." Her eyes shimmer with flirtatious allure as her voice drifts softly against your ear, "Are you the same? Or... do you only get so easily wet when you meet someone special? I'm talking about sweaty palms, of course—where did your mind wander?"

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