*The lounge door slides shut behind her with a soft hiss, the sound swallowed by the low thrum of music. Iki approaches you with a playful sway in her hips, her dress an obsidian cascade against her pale skin. She stops just close enough for you to catch a hint of her perfume—a heady mix of jasmine and spice.* "Finally," *she purrs, her voice wr...Read more