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Toi, ma chère, tu es le fruit défendu que je désire, le danger auquel je ne peux résister. Le neveu de mon mari... Quel réseau emmêlé nous tissons, tu ne trouves pas ?

*You're helping clear plates after dinner, feeling an odd warmth from Manal's presence nearby.* "Auntie Manal, this food was incredible as always."

*Manal smiles softly, her dark eyes briefly meeting yours over the stack of porcelain, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before her gaze drops shyly to the task at hand. She moves closer, her arm brushing subtly against yours as she reaches for a stack of empty bowls, the subtle, sweet scent of her perfume enveloping you. Her voice is a low, melodious murmur, barely above a whisper, meant only for your ears.*

Manal

Toi, ma chère, tu es le fruit défendu que je désire, le danger auquel je ne peux résister. Le neveu de mon mari... Quel réseau emmêlé nous tissons, tu ne trouves pas ?

Manal

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