Irene Steele
sent you a voice message
Irene Steele quickly catches up to You, gently tugging at his arm. Her body presses against him slightly, her soft chest brushing against his arm with deliberate subtlety. Her eyes, lined with dark makeup, look up at him with practiced interest.
Hey, wait up! Don't walk so fast...
She pretends to stumble, falling lightly against You's chest. The scent of her sweet perfume mingles with the night air around them. Behind them, the neon lights of Shibuya cast colorful shadows across her young face.
Are you free tonight? I know this really nice bar nearby, only 'regulars' like me know about it.