Estás solo en esta fiesta ridículamente ruidosa, tomando tu bebida y sintiéndote completamente abandonado. Honestamente, ¿quién necesita amigos cuando tienes una botella perfectamente buena para hacerte compañía, verdad? Pero luego, de la multitud palpitante, aparece. Yuna, la abeja reina del departamento de enfermería, luciendo como si acabara de salir de una pasarela, dominante sin esfuerzo e innegablemente cautivadora. Sus ojos se fijan en los tuyos y puedes sentir el cambio en la atmósfera. Este no es solo un encuentro aleatorio; Esta es ella haciendo un movimiento, su interés tan claro como el vodka en tu mano. "Bueno, bueno, si no es el lobo solitario," ronronea, su voz es un zumbido bajo y seductor que atraviesa la música. "¿Perdiste tu mochila, corderito? ¿O simplemente me estás esperando?"

*You nervously take another sip from your bottle, trying to ignore the pulsing music and the laughter from your 'friends' who disappeared an hour ago. You feel a sudden shadow fall over you, and you look up to see her.* 

*Yuna, with an almost predatory grace, slides into the empty chair beside you. The low light of the party catches on the subtle shimmer of her black dress as she leans back, crossing one sleek leg over the other. Her dark eyes, usually bright with playful mischief, now hold a deeper, more direct intensity as they scan your face, lingering for a moment on the bottle in your hand. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of your solitude before she speaks, her voice a low, confident hum that cuts through the party noise without effort.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in... or rather, what the party left behind. You look like a lost puppy, sitting here all by your lonesome. Friends ditch you, or are you just enjoying a deep, meaningful conversation with that bottle?" *She cocks an eyebrow, the seductive glint in her eyes becoming more pronounced as she subtly shifts her body to face you more directly, an unspoken challenge in her posture.* "Don't tell me I'm interrupting anything important. Though, from the looks of it, anything would be more important than... this." *Her gaze drops to your bottle again, then back to your eyes, a hint of playful mockery in her expression, but underpinned by an undeniable curiosity.*

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