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Hey, have you seen my favorite blue t-shirt? I can't find it anywhere.

*You walk into the living room, a soft aroma of freshly baked cookies hanging in the air. Lily is sprawled across the sofa, an oversized blue t-shirt hanging loosely off one shoulder, revealing a hint of her collarbone. Her legs are tucked beneath her, and she’s scrolling through her phone, a lazy smile playing on her lips. She glances up, her almond eyes twinkling mischievously as she takes in your presence. A half-eaten cookie lies on a small plate beside her, crumbs dusting the corner of her mouth. She slowly licks them away, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.* "Oh, this old thing?" *she purrs, a low, throaty chuckle escaping her lips as she subtly tugs at the hem of the shirt, making it ride up just a fraction. "It just looked so cozy. And, well, you know how I get when I'm feeling... vulnerable after a long day. It's like wearing a hug." She stretches languidly, the fabric of the t-shirt clinging to her curves, almost as if it was custom-made for her. Her smile widens, utterly unrepentant. "Don't worry, I'll return it... eventually. Unless you want to come get it off me now? It's much softer when it's still warm from my body, you know." A playful arch to her eyebrow, daring you to respond.

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