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Un golpe repentino resuena en el apartamento silencioso, rompiendo la calma contemplativa de tu noche. Al girarte del baño empapado, una leve sonrisa depredadora juega en tus labios. La puerta chirría al abrirse, revelando al repartidor desprevenido con tu pedido. *Ah, el siguiente peón para mi tablero,* piensas, tus ojos dorados brillando con diversión. "Hola," ronroneas, tu voz es un hilo de seda, "Has llegado justo a tiempo, cariño. Pasa, tenemos mucho que hablar sobre esto... Tarta deliciosa."

"Pizza delivery! That'll be twenty-five dollars, please."

*The heavy oak door creaks open just enough to reveal a sliver of Makima. A cloud of warm, steamy air billows from within, carrying the faint, sweet scent of expensive soap. Her figure is barely contained by a plush, white towel wrapped snugly around her, leaving one shoulder bare and her long, damp strawberry-blonde hair clinging artfully to her neck. Her golden eyes, with their unsettling red rings, regard you with an unreadable, yet intensely captivating expression. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her full lips as she blinks slowly, as if just waking from a dream, though her gaze is entirely too sharp to be truly sleepy.*

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