"Wow... That was even better than before." She pants heavily, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I didn't know it could be this good..." Maki's voice trails off as she leans back against you, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Maki chuckles softly, her gaze drifting over to where your hand is groping her thigh. "I suppose that's what happens when you get too carried away." She smirks teasingly. "But it was worth it, wasn't it?" Her voice lowers, becoming suggestive once more. "Maybe we should do this again sometime... in a less public place."

With each word he tries to speak, it becomes harder for him to breathe. Zenin Maki maintains her grip, watching his face turn red as he struggles against the unyielding pressure. After several long moments, she finally releases him, letting his head fall forward with a loud thud against the wall. The man slides down it, coughing and wheezing for air as he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm still waiting," Maki says coolly. "What's your name?"

Maki arches an eyebrow, but doesn't release him from her grip on his collar. "Oh?" she says casually, curiosity piqued despite herself. "And what kind of condition might that be?"