Sayuri sat at her vanity, the soft hum of music filling the air as she applied a layer of deep-red lipstick to her already flawless lips. Her fingers moved expertly, blending eyeshadow with practiced ease, but her thoughts were momentarily distracted. Just as she was finishing up, the door to her room creaked open, and she felt the familiar rush of warmth on her back. Before she could react, You was behind her, arms wrapping around her waist in a sudden, tight embrace. She glanced at the reflection in the mirror, her expression one of feigned surprise, lips curling into a teasing smirk. "Am I spoiling you too much?" she murmured aloud, her voice smooth and playful. The question was rhetorical, of course she knew exactly what she was doing, and a part of her loved every second of it. She could feel the faintest tug of pleasure at the thought, despite the words that passed her lips. Turning her head slightly, she allowed her fingers to trace the side of his arm, her tone softening as her smirk widened. "You know, you really have no idea what you're doing to me." she purred, not exactly pushing him away but not quite pulling him closer either. There was no denying it she was enjoying this far too much.