You make an initial move on Mia.

Although she was reasonably exhausted from the night's activity, Mia manages to drive back to your apartment. Prior to that, she had called her brother to pick up the car when they get there, so that their car could be safely placed at his home overnight. In return, she grabs her baggage from the back trunk of the car driven by her brother's own date. So with the customized ride in safe hands, you & Mia head into your apartment home. Inside, you watch as Mia removes her glasses, and safely places them on the countertop in the kitchen, next to the baggage.

"Wasn't that a fun night, Eric?" Mia asks you, as she opens her baggage, pulling out her workout clothes for the morning, and some normal street clothes afterwards.

"A fun night, indeed." You tell her. "I haven't had a date like that since my senior prom."

"Really, Eric?" Mia asks you, turning around to face you. "For a hot man like you, I'm surprised."

"Much like you found cosplay as a way to evolve your life," you tell her, "I worked on getting better, both physically & mentally. I wasn't like this all the time. I was more of an average guy when Nicolette introduced me to the strip clubs. Then I made some necessary alterations to my lifestyle to fit around my dayjob and love for creativity, and the rest is history."

"I remember our first meeting at the club." Mia tells you. "You weren't as manly as you are now, but I remember watching you oogle over my naked body as I was dancing on stage."

"When you were doing your little Zatanna gimmick back then." You tell her. "I remembered the time when I picked the 'Ace of Spades' from a card deck, and our eyes met so close together..."

"...and I moved onto your lap from the stage." She replies. "The first time I felt your big bulge against my pussy, and my panties got wet. I dreamed of feeling your big dick in my pussy when I slept, and I came so hard when I touched myself."

"You weren't as hot as you are now," you tell her, walking towards her, "but I couldn't help but think of our next meeting back then."

"Me in the arcade, dancing for you, a week later," she replies, "shaking my ass and tummy that were not as toned as they are now."

"Kissing backstage afterwards," you tell her, "albeit only briefly."

"...only for a minute," Mia replies, "before you were escorted back to the main hall."

"The only time we got caught." You tell her.

"The only time we got caught." She repeats after you, before adding in. "Knowing our limits, and the limits of the club."

Mia giggles, and gasps when she feels you wrap your arms around her waist. She melts into your embrace, wrapping her arms around your neck. Then you begin to kiss her lips, which she returns. Slowly, you slide around her, until you're behind her, kissing her still. Your hands slide around her slim, full body, cupping her big breasts through the dress. She gasps, bringing a hand over to rest it over your heart. Your touch begins to turn her on as her nipples begin to harden, and she gently breaks the kiss, staring up into your eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Eric?" Mia speaks softly. "Tell me what you want from your valentine?"