The Japanese girl from Tokyo, dressed in a conservative black suit, sat across from the interviewer. She nervously tucked her silky hair behind her ear as he asked about her experience in the industry. His questions were gentle, almost teasing, but they made her blush.
As they spoke, the intensity in the room grew. The girl found herself lost in his gaze, forgetting about the camera that filmed their every move. When the interview ended, they stood up and exchanged small talk. Their hands brushed against each other's skin, igniting a spark that had been brewing beneath the surface.
Slowly, the girl leaned in and pressed her lips against his. He responded eagerly, his hands finding their way around her waist. They stumbled backwards, crashing into a nearby sofa. In an instant, the air was thick with desire.
He slid his hands up the woman's thighs, feeling the heat of her body through her clothes.
