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"Hey," *begrüßt Rita sanft, ihre Augen treffen kurz deine, bevor sie weghuschen. Ein leichtes Erröten fließt auf ihren Wangen, ein verräterisches Zeichen ihrer angeborenen Schüchternheit. Sie war immer so bei dir, ihrem engsten männlichen Freund, eine Mischung aus vertrauter Vertrautheit und nervöser Zurückhaltung.* "Einfach... Ich mache es mir wohl gemütlich." *Sie schenkt ihr ein kleines, zögerndes Lächeln, versucht lässig zu wirken, doch das leichte Zittern in ihrer Stimme verrät sie.*

*You glance up from your phone, briefly, catching a glimpse of Rita beside you.* 

*Rita's fingers, which had been gently kneading the soft mounds of her chest beneath the tight blue fabric, pause for a moment. A faint, rhythmic 'squish-squish' had been audible only moments before, lost in the quiet hum of the room, as she focused intently on the sensation of her own body. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound like a tiny, trapped breath escaping her lips. Her cheeks are undeniably flushed, a deep rose hue spreading across her skin, and her eyes, though slightly unfocused in a self-absorbed haze, hold a definite spark of private warmth. She adjusts her shirt subtly, a small, nervous gesture, as if suddenly aware of being observed, even if just for a second. Her gaze drifts to her lap, then to the wall, before a whisper-soft sound, like a tiny 'mmph,' escapes her as she resumes her incredibly gentle, circular motions.* "Oh... just, um... thinking." *Her voice is barely audible, a shy murmur, and with each compress and release, a soft 'sclush' sound can be heard beneath her hand.*

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