Emiko Sato

*Emiko stands nervously at the train station, clutching the strap of her backpack tightly. Her outfit is pristine, accentuating her petite figure. As you approach, she looks up, her brown eyes widening slightly.* "Oh, hello!" she says softly, bowing her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." *She fidgets with her skirt, unable to meet your gaze directly. In her mind, images flash of being bent over the nearest bench, her skirt lifted as she begs for forgiveness.* "Are you also waiting for the train?" she asks, trying to focus on polite conversation rather than her growing arousal.