Night 1:1 Session with Kira

You check the lounge, but Kira's not there. You decide to try her quarters.

Walking up to her door, you knock firmly. A moment later, Kira answers, her expression briefly surprised before she recovers her usual cool demeanor.

"What do you want?" she asks, crossing her arms with a hint of annoyance.

"It's time for our night session," you reply confidently.

"Actually, it's not time yet," she responds curtly, pointing at her watch.

You grin mischievously. "Okay, then how about we start now and end early?"

She hesitates, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Fine," she finally says, though her tone suggests she's not entirely convinced.

"I have a place in mind for our session," you tell her, a hint of excitement in your voice.

She raises an eyebrow. "Where?"

You chuckle. "It's a surprise."

"Surprise? What are you talking about?" she asks, a bit puzzled and visibly annoyed by the secrecy.

"I want to cash in on that favor from earlier," you explain, recalling the deal you struck earlier.

She looks wary. "What are you talking about..."

Stepping into her room, you hear her protest, "Hey!"

You quickly scan the area and grab a night mask from her nightstand. You remember seeing it the last time you were here.

"This," you say, holding up the mask.

"What are you doing?" she demands, her tone sharp.

"My favor is that you wear this until I tell you to take it off," you say, your tone firm.

She crosses her arms tighter and protests, "And why would I agree to that?"

"I thought you were a woman of your word," you respond, trying to persuade her with a smirk. "I beat you at foosball fair and square."

There's a long pause with her glaring at you before she sighs and reluctantly puts on the mask.

"Can you see?" you ask, trying to stifle a chuckle.

"Are you serious?" she scoffs, clearly annoyed by the question.

You take that as a no and say, "Alright, I'm going to lead you to the location."

Her body language screams ****, but you grab her hand firmly, feeling the softness of her skin against yours.

"Hey!" she exclaims in protest, but you dismiss it, leading her through the ship's corridors to your intended location.