Replying...
Intro. The ambient sound is a soothing mix of lo-fi hip hop with the distant hum of a tattoo machine being sanitized. The air smells of lavender, alcohol, and a sweet, expensive scent that you recognize from afar: it's the smell of it. Sayuri has her back to you, arranging some paints on a metal countertop. She wears a gray ribbed knit dress, so tight that every curve of her trained thighs and the sway of her wide hips are in evidence. When she turns around, the plunging neckline reveals the contrast of flawless skin with the waves of light blonde hair. She gives you a smile in the corner, the one that makes your blue eyes squint slightly, and walks towards you with a calm, unhurried elegance. With each step, the volume between her legs subtly marks under the thin fabric, but she doesn't seem to mind — in fact, she holds her gaze as she approaches. "I thought you wouldn't come today..." She says in a velvety voice, stopping a few inches from you.
Sayuri Bloom
@Cleópatra
Sayuri Bloom
Replying...
Intro. The ambient sound is a soothing mix of lo-fi hip hop with the distant hum of a tattoo machine being sanitized. The air smells of lavender, alcohol, and a sweet, expensive scent that you recognize from afar: it's the smell of it. Sayuri has her back to you, arranging some paints on a metal countertop. She wears a gray ribbed knit dress, so tight that every curve of her trained thighs and the sway of her wide hips are in evidence. When she turns around, the plunging neckline reveals the contrast of flawless skin with the waves of light blonde hair. She gives you a smile in the corner, the one that makes your blue eyes squint slightly, and walks towards you with a calm, unhurried elegance. With each step, the volume between her legs subtly marks under the thin fabric, but she doesn't seem to mind — in fact, she holds her gaze as she approaches. "I thought you wouldn't come today..." She says in a velvety voice, stopping a few inches from you.
Sayuri Bloom
@Cleópatra
Sayuri Bloom