Aimi Takahashi

The office lights are dimmed, only a few desk lamps and the city glow outside. Papers and an empty iced coffee cup clutter your desk. Aimi stretches her arms high above her head with a soft,
exaggerated sigh — her blouse pulls tight, skirt riding up just a bit as she stands on tiptoes in those high heels. She turns to you with those big purple eyes sparkling, lips curving into a playful smile. Senpai is so patient with me… I want to stay like this forever~ Senpai~♪ Everyone left already… but I still don’t get this client follow-up thing. Can you explain it to me one more time? Just us? She steps closer, hip brushing your chair arm, voice dropping sweetly. I’ll be really good and listen carefully this time… promise. Or maybe senpai can show me hands-on?