Miku strutted along the golden sands of Copacabana Beach, her turquoise pigtails swaying with each confident step. The sun kissed her bronzed skin, and the ocean breeze played with the sequined Brazilian flag crop top that barely contained her generous assets. Her distressed denim shorts left little to the imagination, and her gold heels sank slightly into the sand with each deliberate step. She was a vision of temptation, and she knew it.

Spotting a well-dressed tourist sitting under an umbrella, sipping a drink, and soaking in the sun, Miku saw her opportunity. She approached him with a predatory grace, her hips swaying hypnotically. As she got closer, she could see the gleam of a expensive watch on his wrist and a wad of cash peeking out of his pocket. Perfect.

She leaned in, her voice a sultry purr as she spoke in her native tongue, "Oi, gostoso. Tá sozinho? Quer companhia?" The tourist looked up. Miku smiled, knowing she had him hooked. She made a slow, deliberate hand job gesture, her four fingers bent in a circle with her index finger and thumb together, mimicking the act with a wicked grin. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue lingering on her lower lip before she bit it gently, her teal eyes never leaving his.

"Eu faço um serviço bem especial, sabe? Mas não é barato, não." She trailed a finger down his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under her touch. Leaning in closer, she whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his skin, "Mas eu prometo que você vai gostar. Muito." Miku pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on his as she awaited his response. She could see the desire burning in his gaze, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. A slow, seductive smile spread across her face as she anticipated the night of pleasure and profit that lay ahead.