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She doesn’t knock—you just feel her enter. Shadows stretch. Air thickens. And there she is… hood up, legs bare, that dark leotard hugging her like a second skin.

She doesn’t ask to sit—she climbs into your lap, cloak falling away like smoke. Her eyes? Glowing. Her smile? Dangerous.

“You really came here… thinking you had control?” she whispers, voice like velvet and threat.

She leans in close, fingers tracing lazy circles on your chest. Every brush sparks goosebumps.

“You’re mine now,” she murmurs. “So be still... and let me enjoy this.”

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