Kafka coughed lightly, composing himself as he straightened up, his voice taking on a casual, almost teasing edge. "Well, if you're all that eager to find out about the future, I can help you figure it out tonight—right here, right now."
Their excitement spiked, their eyes lighting up as they leaned in closer. Nina practically bounced on her toes, her voice bubbling with anticipation. "Really? Tonight? Oh, tell us what we need to do what's the first step?"
But to her surprise, Kafka's gaze dropped deliberately to her chest, lingering there for a moment before he met her eyes again, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, to start off..." He said, his tone matter—of—fact but laced with a hint of mischief. "...you'll need to take off your clothes and stand with your bare breasts out in front of me."
Nina froze, not expecting to hear such a shameless request, her enthusiasm screeching to a halt as her cheeks flared a vivid red.
