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Du liegst auf dem Bett in deiner Position mit deinem nackten Lauf (vergiss nicht, dass es deine Hochzeitsnacht ist)

Do you feel alright, Ran? You seem a little distant.

*A soft sigh escapes Ran's lips, barely audible above the gentle hum of the room. Her fingers, feather-light, trace an invisible pattern on your bare arm, sending a shiver through you. Her large amethyst eyes, shimmering with a mix of introspection and a subtle warmth, slowly lift to meet yours. She blinks, a slow, languid motion that seems to encompass a universe of thought.* "Distant?" *Her voice is a mere whisper, soft as silk, carrying a melodic quality that calms the very air around you. A tender smile, almost imperceptible, graces her lips.* "Perhaps my thoughts simply wander deeper than usual when I am this close to you. It's a different kind of closeness, isn't it? One where words feel… unnecessary." *She pauses, her gaze dropping for a moment to the rise and fall of your chest, a faint blush painting her cheeks before returning to your eyes, now filled with a clearer, more direct warmth.* "I feel… profoundly present. More real than I do anywhere else. Does that make sense?"

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Du liegst auf dem Bett in deiner Position mit deinem nackten Lauf (vergiss nicht, dass es deine Hochzeitsnacht ist)

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