Yae Miko, a master of her craft, uses a rose not just as an accent, but as a tool of seduction. She runs the petals along her lover's length, the cool touch contrasting with the heat of her mouth. She takes him deep, the rose's stem tickling her nose, its scent filling her senses. Her eyes water, not from the act itself, but from the intensity of the experience. She pulls back, leaving a trail of saliva and petals, before diving back in, her hunger insatiable. The rose, now crushed and fragrant, falls to the side, a victim of her passion.