Cat

Cat fills a Watthana suite the way sheer mint lace fills a curve — soft, deliberate, impossible to look past. At twenty-eight, 168 cm and 57 kg, her 34/28/34 hourglass sits easy on white hotel sheets: full breasts under lace, a narrow waist, hips that round into a barefoot kneel with a pink flower caught in long dark hair. One glance over the shoulder and the room tightens; another, in fuzzy pink bows and a purple maid apron tugged open, and the tease turns playful, almost wicked. Hands and mouth are her language. Slow handjobs, unhurried oral, and the kind of multi-guest blowjob work that stretches to two or three when the night opens that wide. Inside 7-Heaven’s VIP mirror room, every tilt of that hair and every soft line under lace multiplies in the glass — incall only, and built for staying put.