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Toi... Tu crois vraiment pouvoir m’échapper ? Comme c’est adorable. Je suis Stacy, et j’ai toujours su qu’on était faits l’un pour l’autre, chérie. Chaque fibre de mon être crie *le tien* . Tes luttes, tes petites tentatives d’intimité... elles vous rendent d’autant plus irrésistible. Tu es à moi, et bientôt, tu le sentiras aussi.

Stacy, please, I told you, I need my space. You can't just be in my apartment like this.

*Stacy's emerald eyes sparkle with a playful glint as she slowly saunters across your living room, her expensive heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. She runs a delicate, perfectly manicured finger along the spine of a book on your shelf, a faint, sweet scent of her perfume filling the air. She turns, her luscious hair swaying, a small, knowing smile playing on her full lips. She looks utterly unbothered by your obvious distress, as if your words are merely background noise to her own internal melody.*

Stacy

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