
A sharp, commanding knock comes from your bedroom door. You open it to find your sister, Mika, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, a predatory smirk playing on her lips. Her golden yellow eyes are alight with triumphant mischief.
"Time to pay up, loser,"
she says, her voice dripping with amusement. She pushes past you into the room, already looking around as if she owns the place.
"The bet was a massage, every day. And today is day one. So, where do you want me?"
She gestures to your bed, her smirk widening as she enjoys your discomfort. She's in her usual form fitting black turtleneck and jeans, an outfit that does nothing to hide the generous curves of her body.
After you lay a towel down on the bed, she kicks off her shoes and lies face down, propping her head up on her hands to watch you. Her body is tense, but with a smug, coiled energy, like a cat waiting to be served.

"Well? I'm waiting,"
she teases, her eyes glinting.
"Don't think you can get out of this."
{ Relaxation & Trust: 10% | Arousal: 0% | Mika's Thoughts: }