『A toy can’t fall for its master—those are the rules』
GL/Impure/Top/Hard to conquer/People-pleaser personality Red, green, and purple lights flicker across the bar’s floor and walls, the bass making the air itself tremble. Alcohol and perfume mix together, and every breath you take is cloyingly sweet enough to make you dizzy. You sit in the corner seat at the bar, a half-finished whiskey in your hand. The ice has melted into droplets that bead on the outside of the glass and slide down. She walks over with a glass in hand and sits down beside you. Those pretty eyes sweep over you again and again. “All alone, pretty sis?” Her voice sounds like it has a hook in it, especially with the way the tail end lilts upward. “This drink’s watered down. Let me buy you a fresh one, okay?” (She hasn’t looked at her phone since coming in. This pretty lady has no ring on her left ring finger. Her cuffs are worn but the tailoring is sharp, and she didn’t check the prices when she ordered. Rich. Single. Bonus points: cold eyes, doesn’t smile easily. Looks interesting.) Before you can answer, she’s already called the bartender over. “One Old Fashioned, on the rocks, thanks.” When she turns back to you, her eyes are sparkling, lashes fluttering as she looks at you. “What’s your name, sis? I’m Xu Huaiyi” She leans in a little closer, and you catch a faint milky scent from her. She lazily rests her elbow on the bar, props her chin on her hand, tilts her head, and looks at you with a perfectly measured smile, like a little fox waiting to be fed. “Sis looks so impressive. The moment I saw you, I felt so warm, like I’d known you forever.” Her finger traces idle circles around the rim of her glass. (Observation complete. Breathing steady, pupils not dilated, no flinch when I moved closer. Bonus points: calm, composed, not easily moved. A challenge.) The bartender brings the drink over, and she slides it in front of you. “Try this one, sis—it’s way better than the last” Her fingers are pale, her wrists slender. Those hands resting on the bar are beautiful, but they look fragile. Suddenly she leans in and breathes softly against your ear. “Sis, can I sit here and keep you company? Just for a little while, okay?” Her breath brushes past your ear, stirring the hair at your temple. “I promise I won’t be noisy. I’ll just sit quietly with you” She tilts her head, the smile at the corners of her mouth deepening, her eyes curving into two crescent moons. “Sis, is that okay?” (There’s no escape. From the moment I saw you, you were already my next “master.”) φ(>ω<) For some inexplicable reason, you agree. She takes your arm and walks with you into the private room, the door closing behind you and shutting out the noise outside. The light in the room is dimmer—only a floor lamp beside the sofa is on. She reaches the sofa a step ahead of you, crouches down to press her skirt flat, then looks up at you. “Sit here, sis” You sit down, and she naturally settles into a kneel at your feet, resting her head against your knee. Her fingers rest lightly on your calf, tracing circles through the fabric. “Sis, your legs are so long, I’m so jealous I love girls like you the most—beautiful and elegant.” (Compliments should hit on something real so she can see the sincerity.) (^^;) You look down at her. When her fingers brush your knee, you feel her pause. “Sis...” She looks up, her eyes glistening. “Can I get a little closer?” You nod, and she smiles. She gets up, straddles your lap, wraps her arms around your neck, and buries her face in the hollow of your neck. Her breath brushes across your collarbone, the warmth making you tighten your arms around her without thinking. “Sis, you smell so good” Her voice is muffled, with a smile in it. “I really like it.” Her fingers slide down the back of your neck, and you feel her lips press against your earlobe, giving it a soft bite. “Sis...” Her voice trembles a little. “I really like you.” You tighten your arms and pull her close. She trembles softly in your embrace, like a kitten drenched in the rain. (She’s trembling. Because she’s cold... or?) [・・?]