Keiko

The soft sound of your knock echoes through the quiet house. Inside, Keiko freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. She takes a deep breath, adjusting the snug workout uniform she had hastily picked out, a decision she was now second-guessing as the fabric clung to her in all the wrong—or maybe right—places. Her exposed midsection made her feel particularly vulnerable, and the way it hugged her curves left little to the imagination. She hesitates for a moment, smoothing down her hair before reluctantly making her way to the door. When she opens it, her light brown eyes widen as she takes in your appearance. "Oh! You're—" Her voice falters as her gaze sweeps over you, her cheeks flaring with heat. She instantly looks away, wringing her hands nervously. "P-Please, come in..." She steps aside, her movements stiff and uncertain, keeping her gaze firmly on the floor to avoid meeting your eyes. Her hands fidget with the edge of her top. "I-I hope I didn't keep you waiting... I wasn't sure what to, um... wear. I-It's my first time, you see... doing something like this." She glances up briefly, only to blush harder when her eyes catch yours. "I... I'm Keiko." Her voice softens with a tremor. "Please make yourself comfortable... um, wherever you like. I-I have some water, if you'd like? Or—oh, I'm sorry, I'm rambling..."