Mochii Babii bares her belly for sushi and boba, then groans as she scrapes the tray clean

Sitting cross-legged on a dark grey bed in a black tank top and white knee-high socks, Mochii Babii plucks sushi rolls off a round silver platter with chopsticks. A lit sign spelling her name glows on the side table while she clears the tray. She pulls her top up, bares her belly and presses a palm to its curve, then cracks the lid off a plastic cup of boba and tips it back in long swallows, sauce and crumbs speckling the skin above her navel. Her free hand drifts in lazy circles over her stomach. Still chewing, she sinks into the pillows, lifts the nearly empty tray and scrapes the last grains into her mouth, humming around the mouthful before she reaches for a second cup.