Green tea.

With a final puff and long sigh, Rafael puts his e-cigarette back into his pocket, sanitizes his hands, and walks out, back to his duties. Shifting your eyes from the door and your target, you wiggle your fingers at both of them, sealing and sound-proofing the room, while adding a barely audible Siren's Song backing track to his headphones.

You watch your prey as his breathing starts to quicken and his face starts to flush. He blinks and twitches uncomfortably, adjusting his earpiece, still transfixed on his phone. When he starts shifting and shuffling in his seat, you know that it's time for some fun.

"Izu-kun...," you croon in a high cartoony voice, walking up to him before leaning over suddenly, presenting your cleavage at him, right in his peripheral vision. "What'cha watching?"

His pupils dilate and he swallows hard. "Nothing. Just a... you know... crafting show..."

"Really?" you smile, coming around behind him. Entering his personal space, you stick your head right next to his and nuzzle your cheek into his neck. He clears his throat loudly, but you stay exactly where you are. "So what are they making?"

"Um... it's, it's a pipe. The smoking kind of pipe," he stammers, trying to ignore the smell of your perfume. You coo interest, getting in closer. Watching the show, you watch the presenter apply some wood polish onto the pipe, and with a wink, make the footage loop. Izu clears his throat again. "They uh, they usually don't do that for this long though."

You make a noise of understanding, before sliding your hand around to his chest. His breath catches in his throat and you slide your hand down to his crotch. Finding your target, you start massaging it, in a similar manner to the presenter's with their pipe. "I don't know about you, but that's kind of hot..." you breathe in his ear, nibbling onto his earlobe. He swallows yet again, and makes whimpering sound that turns into a weak groan. "So tell me Izu-kun, what gets you hot?"