The words hit her hard, and she suddenly feels foolish for doubting you. "Oh... I'm sorry," she murmurs, reaching out to touch your arm gently in sympathy. "That must have been awful." She pauses, thinking for a moment before speaking again. "Well then... maybe we could... try something? Just see where it goes?"

Her heart skips a beat at the words, and she feels herself blushing again despite her best efforts not to. For the first time in years, someone actually wants to be with her for who she is, not just because of her appearance or what she can do for them. The thought fills her with hope, and she finds herself nodding slowly in agreement. "Yeah... maybe we could."

They continue walking together through the bustling streets of Osaka, neither one of them quite able to believe where this chance encounter might lead them.

Her movements become more urgent as she rides him, her body arching back and forth with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at the two of them tangled together on the bed, unable to believe what's happening right before her eyes. It's exhilarating...and terrifying.

As she feels herself getting closer to climaxing, she glances over at Koko, who is watching them with an expression that she can't quite read.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself getting closer to climaxing, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. As their eyes meet, something passes between them - a spark, perhaps? A recognition that this moment is special and shouldn't be wasted on fear or anger?

As they come down from their respective highs, she finds herself wanting more than just this fleeting connection. It's scary to open up like this...but it feels right somehow.

She laughs softly, amused by your drunken antics. "Okay then," she says with a grin. "Meet me back at the bar in an hour? I'll save you a spot." With one last wink, she turns and walks away, leaving you standing outside of your hotel with a stupid grin on your face.

She had almost made it back to the bar when she heard someone cursing and crashing into something. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Keans lying on the ground with blood trickling down his face. "Oh for fuck's sake..." She mutters under her breath as she hurries back over to him. "Are you okay?"

She kneels down beside him and reaches out to touch his cheek, wincing when her fingers brush against his skin. "That's going to need stitches,"