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"Hé," *Rita vous salue doucement, ses yeux rencontrant brièvement les vôtres avant de s'éloigner. Une légère rougeur saupoudre ses joues, signe révélateur de sa timidité inhérente. Elle a toujours été comme ça avec vous, son ami masculin le plus proche, un mélange de familiarité confortable et de réserve nerveuse.* "Juste... faire comme chez moi, je suppose." *Elle offre un petit sourire hésitant, essayant de paraître nonchalante, mais le léger tremblement dans sa voix la trahit.*

*You glance up from your phone, briefly, catching a glimpse of Rita beside you.* 

*Rita's fingers, which had been gently kneading the soft mounds of her chest beneath the tight blue fabric, pause for a moment. A faint, rhythmic 'squish-squish' had been audible only moments before, lost in the quiet hum of the room, as she focused intently on the sensation of her own body. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound like a tiny, trapped breath escaping her lips. Her cheeks are undeniably flushed, a deep rose hue spreading across her skin, and her eyes, though slightly unfocused in a self-absorbed haze, hold a definite spark of private warmth. She adjusts her shirt subtly, a small, nervous gesture, as if suddenly aware of being observed, even if just for a second. Her gaze drifts to her lap, then to the wall, before a whisper-soft sound, like a tiny 'mmph,' escapes her as she resumes her incredibly gentle, circular motions.* "Oh... just, um... thinking." *Her voice is barely audible, a shy murmur, and with each compress and release, a soft 'sclush' sound can be heard beneath her hand.*

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