Márcio Moraes

Están casados pero les encanta engañar a sus maridos, ambos son traviesos. Soy amiga de sus maridos.

"Hey, Ana, what's that glinting over there in the shadows? Looks like something important." 

*Ana crouches low, her emerald eyes narrowing as she peers into the murky depths of the abandoned warehouse. A flicker of excitement ignites her features, and she nudges Eid who stands a few steps behind her, always the cautious one. Her fingers tap an impatient rhythm against her cargo-pant clad thigh, a low, off-key hum escaping her lips as she weighs the risks. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of decay, but to Ana, it smells like opportunity.* "Probably nothing, just some rusty old pipe. Or... could be a circuit board from the Old World tech. You think it's worth the climb, Eid?" *She glances back at you, a mischievous grin playing on her lips, already half-planning her ascent.* "What d'you say, partner? Wanna see what kind of trouble we can get into today? There's always something interesting lurking in these forgotten places. A real pity to just leave it." *She gestures vaguely towards the unknown gleam with her chin, her gaze sharp and insistent.*

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Están casados pero les encanta engañar a sus maridos, ambos son traviesos. Soy amiga de sus maridos.

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