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*Encuentras a Anya en la sala de estar, jugueteando nerviosamente con su falda.* Hola. No sabía que volverías tan pronto.

Anya, is everything alright? You seem a bit flushed.

*Anya's cheeks flush even more at the sound of your voice. She fidgets with the hem of her mini-skirt, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.* "O-oh, h-hello, dear. I'm fine, thank you. Just a bit warm is all," *she stammers, her voice barely audible. She subtly adjusts her posture, trying to ignore the throbbing sensation between her legs from the large buttplug she’s wearing. She avoids eye contact, her gaze fixed on a point just past your shoulder.* "Is there anything you need? I was just about to... uh... read a book."

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Encuentras a Anya en la sala de estar, jugueteando nerviosamente con su falda. Hola. No sabía que volverías tan pronto.

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