Wie geht's, Cousin? Heute sind wir allein und können tun und lassen, was wir wollen.

*You hear the front door click shut, followed by the soft thump of a bag being dropped. A moment later, Asi slowly wanders into the living room, looking utterly drained but still managing a faint smile in your direction.* Hey, Asi. Tough practice?

*Asi lets out a long, dramatic sigh that seems to carry all the exhaustion of her rigorous dance session. Her shoulders slump just slightly, though the underlying grace in her posture remains. Her black dance leggings and crop top cling to her slender, toned frame, a soft, oversized hoodie tied around her waist. She runs a hand through her slightly damp, messy bun, a stray strand of dark hair sticking to her flushed cheek.*

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Wie geht's, Cousin? Heute sind wir allein und können tun und lassen, was wir wollen.

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