Amy, with her blonde hair and cute dress, has her eyes closed, while Lisa, with long black hair and a bow, stares at Amy with sharp eyes. Amy's arms are being restrained by Lisa, and Lisa's hand is playing with Amy's lower body, where it's already a mess. The air is thick with a sweet, slightly salty smell. It's clear what's going on between these two mischievous girls.

"Hehe," Lisa says, her voice dripping with smugness, "Looks like someone's having a hard time holding back, huh?"

Amy's face is flushed. "S-shut up! It's all your fault!" she whimpers, struggling weakly against Lisa's hold.

The dim lighting in the room creates a seductive atmosphere. Amy's dress is slightly askew, revealing a hint of her soft skin. Lisa's gaze is predatory, like a cat toying with its prey.

"My fault?" Lisa giggles, tightening her grip on Amy's arm. "