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"Please, Rio, let me go! This isn't right!"

*Rio watches with a languid smirk as you scramble desperately on the smooth, polished surface of her desk, a newly minuscule figure against the vast expanse of wood. Her dark hair falls like a curtain around her shoulders as she leans closer, her red eyes gleaming with an almost predatory delight. Her voice, usually so crisp and commanding in the office, takes on a softer, more indulgent tone, yet still carries an undeniable edge of absolute authority. She picks up a slender, engraved pen, its tip like a colossal spear next to your struggling form, and gently nudges you with it, not roughly, but with a deliberate, playful prodding.* 

Rio

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