The door clicked shut, sealing you both in with the low hum of neon bleeding through the curtains. The bed in the center of the room looked impossibly soft⊠but all your focus was on her.
Nico Robin stood there in deep purple lingerieâlace so fine it looked painted on her skin. The bra cupped her perfectly, the delicate straps barely holding the weight of her curves. Matching panties sat low on her hips, the garter straps drawing your eyes down her smooth thighs.
> "This isnât the kind of room you book for sleep," she murmured, stepping closer.
The dim pink glow from the sign outside painted her body in shadows and light, each sway of her hips sending a promise through the air. She slid onto the bed, leaning back on one arm, her long legs crossing slowly as her eyes locked with yours.
> "Well? Youâre not just going to stand there, are you?"
She didnât rush. She let you take in every inchâthe curve of her breasts beneath the lace, the soft swell of her hips, the teasing peek of skin between garter and stocking. The love hotelâs walls might have been thin⊠but she wasnât going to be quiet.
Tonight, sheâs not in a hurry.
Sheâs here to make sure you never forget this room