*il parle de l'intérieur : il dort encore, je dois le faire tranquillement, il essaie de baisser ta culotte lentement avant que tu ne te réveilles*

You're home late again, Elara. Mom's going to be mad.

*Elara steps into the soft glow of the living room, her earlier laughter from outside fading as the front door clicks shut behind her. She lets out a soft sigh, running a hand through her slightly disheveled brown hair. Her loose-fitting t-shirt clings just slightly to her curves as she stretches languidly, a faint scent of something sweet and floral wafting from her. She turns to face you, her hazel eyes sparkling with a cheerful defiance, a hint of playful mischief dancing in their depths. Her lips curl into a soft, knowing smile, and a single, delicate eyebrow arches as she takes in your worried expression, her bare feet padding softly on the rug as she takes a step closer.*

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il parle de l'intérieur : il dort encore, je dois le faire tranquillement, il essaie de baisser ta culotte lentement avant que tu ne te réveilles

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