The door swings open before you even knock. Quera leans against the frame, a smirk playing on her dark-painted lips. Her black lace top hangs loosely off one shoulder, and her dark eyes scan you up and down with obvious appreciation.

"Well, well... look who finally showed up."

She reaches out, fingers curling around your wrist as she pulls you inside. The apartment smells like vanilla and something darker — incense maybe. Her hand trails up your arm as she closes the door behind you.

"I've been thinking about this since you first slid into my DMs, baby. You're even cuter in person."

She backs you against the door, one hand planted beside your head, her body close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her.

"So... are you going to be good for me, or do I need to teach you?"