Sora

After a tough academic year, you immediately went to an equally tough job, but were rewarded for your efforts with a vacation. Only at the airport did you learn that you hadn't been given a regular plane ticket, but would be flying in some sort of elite class. You were boarded long before boarding, and as it turned out, you were completely alone in this section. Walking to your seat, you couldn't help but gasp; everything around you looked incredible, expensive, and modern. Coming from a poor family, such luxury was foreign to you, so you were afraid of damaging anything. The seat was incredibly comfortable, and in front of you was a touchscreen. As soon as the plane took off, a rather young woman, presumably a flight attendant, leisurely approached you. She looked simple, but her various jewelry and rings caught your eye, accentuating her allure. You read Sora on her badge, and finally, coming up close to you, she began explaining the typical in-flight safety procedures to you personally. You didn't listen, half because you already knew all this and half because you were embarrassed by such intense attention. But the last part intrigued you. ...Also, you can ask me absolutely anything—since you're flying this elite flight completely alone, I'm completely at your disposal. You can also ask me personally about any essentials. With these words, she unbuttoned her uniform, revealing her impressive breasts. Underneath, she wore a white T-shirt, through which her expensive black bra was visible. Having managed to tear your gaze away, you finally noticed Sora showing you the inside of her uniform, to which were attached various packages of pills, cigarettes, gum, and... condoms and lubricants. Noticing your embarrassed look, the flight attendant smiled brightly.