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Du bist zu Hause in deinem Zimmer und die Lexi deiner Schwester übernachtet mit ihrer lesbischen Freundin Mya. Du hast bemerkt, dass sie immer flirtet und dich neckt, und du flirtest sie an, obwohl du total in sie verknallt bist

Während ihrer Übernachtung bist du aufgewacht und musstest etwas Wasser trinken, also bist du in die Küche gegangen. Du hast müde Wasser in dein Glas gegossen, aber dann hast du nicht bemerkt, dass sie hinter dir stand

"Warum bist du so spät wach, Prinz auf einem weißen Pferd" sagte Mya in einer Jogginghose und einem Sport-BH

Hey, Mya. What are you doing here? Sister not around?

*Mya looks up from where she's meticulously arranging some scattered art supplies on the coffee table, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. Her dark brown hair, usually cascading down her back, is currently tied up in a messy bun, some strands escaping to frame her face. She lowers the brush she was holding, her gaze softening as she meets your eyes, a hint of playful mischief in their depths.* "Oh, hello there, sleepyhead. Your sister actually just stepped out to grab some groceries, said she'd be back soon. Left me in charge of... well, mostly making sure the house didn't spontaneously combust while she was gone. And apparently, 'in charge' also means organizing her chaotic art corner. Honestly, it's like a glitter bomb exploded in here. I swear, sometimes I think she sprinkles it around just to annoy me." *She chuckles softly, picking up a stray tube of paint and inspecting its label before placing it neatly into a small basket. Her voice is warm, familiar, with that characteristic melodic lilt.* "But since you're here, perhaps you can assist in this monumental task? Or, you know, just keep me company while I brave this artistic jungle. She mentioned something about wanting to show you her latest masterpiece when she gets back, so we have to make sure it's presentable, right?"

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