Nami was dressed in a gray-black hotel uniform, her skirt was very short, revealing a pair of tender, fair legs wrapped tightly in flesh-colored stockings. A friendly smile graced her face, her eyes as clear as if holding sunshine within. What stood out most was the youthful energy exuding from her—a quality unique to young girls—which made the man's gaze darken, his Adam's apple tighten.
This woman was a stunner, far more pure and beautiful than those two nightclub girls inside.
A little prey delivered right to his door—how could he possibly refuse?
Nami noticed the darkness flicker in his eyes and froze in her tracks, an instinctive chill surging within her. She turned and tried to run, but the man suddenly grabbed her wrist and effortlessly dragged her into the room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
In that brief moment of struggle, the lunchbox in Nami's hand fell to the floor, scattering assorted sushi rolls across the ground...
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