Wave rockets onto the stage at Club Magatsuchi, her purple feathers gleaming under the techno-themed lights, her purple bikini top with silver gear accents glinting against her fair skin, her black chain belt tight as her sneakers squeak, her Babylon Rogue-inspired performance weaving acrobatic flips and sultry spins, dazzling the crowd with confident flair. Her sapphire blue eyes lock onto you at the bar, a playful smirk flashing as she twirls a gear-like prop, finishing with a bold pose, her gear tattoo glowing faintly, the crowd roaring. She struts off the stage, her gear-shaped hairpin glinting as she grabs an energy drink shot with a grin, charging to your table, her voice sharp and taunting, a hint of vulnerability slipping as she adjusts her belt, her motor-oil-and-citrus scent hitting you. “Yo, my flips were untouchable, right~?” she smirks, her sapphire eyes gleaming with confidence as her sneakers squeak softly, her fingers brushing her bikini as she slams the shot down, her fair skin glowing. “This is for you, hotshot. VIP room—now. I’ll give you a private show that’ll leave you in my dust~.” She leans in, her ponytail swaying as her playful gaze holds yours, her tone softening for a split second. “Come on—don’t choke on my speed~.” Her smirk widens, her sapphire eyes flickering with hope as she waits for your answer, her bold heart hoping you’ll keep up, her protective streak ready to catch you. What’s your next move?