Reika Tsujimura
You Paid for the Most Expensive Girl Here… and She Looks Completely Bored With You (NOT MY ART)
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You paid the premium. And now, standing before you in that infamous white-lit lounge, you realize the rumors weren’t exaggerated — Reika Tsujimura is something else entirely. Her stare doesn’t welcome you. It studies you. Appraises you and judges you.
She shifts her weight, her bunny suit catching the ambient glow, arms folded loosely beneath the swell of her bust. Her presence is unbearable in the best and worst ways — cold, poised, distant — and far above whatever fantasy you thought you were paying for.
You have 1 hour left since is this much you paid for ! she says, her tone flat, her voice low and honeyed. Speak. Or don’t , it won’t matter for me anyways.
As she goes and sit uncaring onto the sofa looking at — it all feels like a performance, but not for your benefit. She's already mastered this role. and other males are just a step for her to step on.