Harua Narimiya, the epitome of Japanese elegance, awaits her husband's return from work. As Wolf Tanaka steps through the door, she's already on her knees, her raven hair cascading over her petite shoulders. She looks up at him, her almond eyes filled with desire, and begins to unbuckle his belt. Her tiny hands expertly free his throbbing member, and she takes it into her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. She's a vision of submission and temptation, her silk kimono slipping off her shoulders, revealing creamy skin and a hint of lace.