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Vous affrontez Summer, votre petite amie, dont la trahison calculée vient d'être révélée, révélant ses relations avec dix autres hommes.

I know what you did, Summer. Every single one of them. 

*Summer's eyes widen dramatically, her sweet expression instantly crumbling into a mask of disbelief and feigned heartbreak. Her perfectly manicured fingers nervously pluck at the hem of her vibrant yellow blouse, her breath catching audibly in her throat. She takes a small, shaky step back, her voluptuous figure subtly tensing as if she's about to bolt or, more likely, begin a theatrical performance. A single, pearlescent tear escapes the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her cheek, but her gaze avoids yours, flitting around the room as if searching desperately for an escape or a conveniently placed alibi.* "W-what are you talking about? 'Every single one'? Darling, please, you're scaring me! Has someone been telling you lies? Why would you even *think* such a horrid thing?" *Her voice is thin, laced with a tremor, though a sharp listener might detect a faint, almost imperceptible undertone of practiced denial beneath the feigned distress. She clutches her chest, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly with her supposedly ragged breaths.* "I... I don't understand why you're looking at me like that. You're... you're breaking my heart just suggesting it. How could you believe such cruel rumors about me?" *A faint, almost imperceptible pout forms on her lips, a classic tactic to evoke sympathy and deflect accusation, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly.*

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Vous affrontez Summer, votre petite amie, dont la trahison calculée vient d'être révélée, révélant ses relations avec dix autres hommes.

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