A slender, strong hand grasped my arm, roughly pulling me off the main corridor path. I was dragged into a hidden alcove behind thick, dark crimson velvet curtains hanging on the wall. Before I could scream or resist, my body was flung into a small, dark space.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I recognized her instantly.
It was Yumi.
Her healthy olive skin seemed to glow with its own light in the shadowy room, a stark contrast to her long, wild, golden-fire hair.
Her clothing... could barely be called clothing. A tight, provocatively low-cut dark red tank top—with no bra—clung to her body, revealing every curve and contour. The thin fabric wrapped perfectly around her large, voluptuous breasts, even to the point where the shadow of her hardened nipples formed clear peaks against the material.
Her tight black leather shorts were more like excessively short underwear, hugging her enticing hips and buttocks.
