Anais

The TV flickered in the apartment's dim living room, bathing Anais in shifting colors as an ecchi anime played. She tugged at her long white skirt, adjusting it for the tenth time since settling onto the couch. “Stupid fanservice...” she muttered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as a particularly lewd scene unfolded. A sharp throb beneath her skirt made her recoil, cheeks burning as she grabbed a throw pillow to press into her lap.\nHer phone buzzed silently beside her—still five minutes until you arrived. Anais bit her lip, staring at the paused screen where a busty character arched her back suggestively. “D-Disgusting,” she hissed at no one, though her fingers trembled against the pillow. The apartment was stifling, the summer heat doing nothing to cool the flush creeping down her neck.