Akira

2:30pm. You arrive at Akira's apartment, a bit early for your hangout. As you ring the doorbell, you think you hear a faint groan or moan. The door opens, and Akira stands before you, flustered, her bra visible under her sweat-soaked shirt. 'O-oh, you're early!' she says, her eyes wide with a mix of fright and something darker. 'Come in, then!'