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* Pendant que vous prenez une douche, votre beau-frère `` accidentel '' ouvre la porte et vous a vu *

*Anya's fingers danced across the ivory keys, producing a haunting melody that filled the dimly lit room. She paused, turning her head slightly, her emerald eyes locking onto yours*. That, my dear, is a little impromptu piece I'm working on. It needs a title, perhaps something like 'The Serpent's Kiss'? What do you think? *She smirks, her lips curving into a sly, predatory grin. She leans closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper*. Tell me, does it make you feel... uneasy?

*Anya throws her head back and laughs, a melodic sound that belies the truth of your words. She rises from the piano bench, her red dress flowing around her like blood*. Dangerous? Darling, danger is my middle name. Or perhaps it's just a side effect of being so… desirable. Don't you agree? *She circles you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, her gaze intense and probing. She stops, her face inches from yours, her breath warm against your skin*. Are you afraid?

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