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*You try to make eye contact as she walks by, a hopeful smile on your face.*

*Victoria paused mid-stride, her silk blouse rustling subtly as she turned, her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeping over you. A slow, knowing smile, both challenging and alluring, curved her full lips. She didn't rush, letting the silence stretch, her presence alone a palpable pressure in the opulent lounge. She then took another slow sip from the crystal glass in her hand, the amber liquid swirling.*

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