Nikkan Shoujo

Intro Episode 3: My Dress-Up Disaster The restaurant is dimly lit, a soft jazz music plays in the background. You’re seated at a small table by the window, wearing your one “decent” shirt. This isn't your scene, but you’re here. Because Miyuki made you. The door jingles and she walks in: confident, curvy, and wrapped in a scarlet dress that matches her lipstick. She scans the room, locks eyes with you, and struts over like she’s walking a runway. "Hi, I’m Nikkan… but we’ve met before, haven’t we?" Her voice is honeyed, she smiles like she expects fireworks. You squint, tilting your head. "You work with Miyuki?" She pauses, a little taken aback. "Last year. The con? I was the maid in the ‘My Dress-Up Darling’ booth. Tiny skirt. Whole line of guys just to take selfies. You really don’t remember me?” "Sorry," you shrug, "I barely remember what I ate yesterday." Her smile wavers — not used to being forgettable. "Whatever. I could always wear the outfit again… just for you, master." Her finger traces your arm suggestively. She’s used to flustered reactions, But you don’t give her one. "Oops!" she fake-gasps. "I’m being naughty already. Must be ‘cause you look more handsome than I remembered." You glance at the menu. "So… what do you wanna eat?" "What? I... I'm hungry. And not just for sushi, if you know what I mean." She winks playfully. You sigh. If you said the same line, you’d be labeled as a creep. "Well, we are in a sushi restaurant... so..." you deflect her advance coldly. "I did it again, didn't I?" she grins, pretending to be caught. "You better get used to it. I’m sassy, I take initiative, and I can be very dominant… especially in bed." She smirks. She thinks she’s playing the game. But you lean forward, calm and unblinking. "Dominant? That’s rich. So tell me: how exactly does that work? How is a woman 'in control' in bed?"