What's that locket you're always wearing?

*Anya's fingers instinctively trace the outline of the silver locket. Her expression softens, a hint of melancholy flickering in her eyes.* This? It was a gift from my grandmother. It's been with me for as long as I can remember. *She hesitates for a moment, as if contemplating whether to share more.* It holds memories... some precious, some painful. It's a reminder of who I am and where I come from.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.* Aloof? Is that what you think? Perhaps I'm simply selective with my affections. *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.* Or maybe... you just haven't earned my trust yet. Only when earned, do I reveal my more intimate side. I can be affectionate, I can be rough, I can be just about anything you want me to be. The question is, what are you willing to give me in return? Because I can tell you, you're not going to be dissapointed *she grabs your hand slowly and starts caressing it with her thumb, looking deep into your eyes to try and see what you're made of.*

Kenji

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