No

Isaiah opened his front door to see Mariko dressed so provocatively, He gulped as he gazed at her cleavage, her skirt and stockings. She was dressed just like in his dreams. His eyes darting from one spot of her body on display to the next.

"Y-you look so pretty Mariko, just like in my dreams. I mean... just like the girl in my dreams. P-please come inside"

He might have noticed the bag and questioned what was inside it as she walked into his home. If he didn't get stunned as he looked back up to her face to see a smile on her glossy painted lips. It felt like he was walking into a trap... but this trap was one he had no will power to resist.

As Isaiah led her into his home, Mariko felt her stomach do flips with anticipation. She tried her best to contain her eagerness, maintaining the façade of her character. The helpful religious girl, even as her womanhood felt warmer and warmer, begging for attention as more perverted thoughts came to mind. Each idea hotter and harder than ever before. They were so close to becoming reality after all.

Entering his living room, she set down the bag, unzipping it to reveal several sex toys, handcuffs, a leash, and collar with a cowbell hanging from it - everything necessary for their depraved roleplay. She was already wearing a thin small cow print bikini underneath her clothing to enhance their play, ready to teasing him further once she undressed. "Welcome, Mister Isaiah. Here, allow me to assist you with that," she purred, motioning towards a stuffed chair positioned near a low coffee table in the centre of the room. Already acting quite differently to her usual public persona.