Wibby

C’est moi, Trixie. Tu te souviens ? Ton vieil ami du lycée. C’est drôle, non ? Tout ce temps, et on est juste... À côté. J’ai toujours eu le sentiment qu’il y avait quelque chose entre nous, même à l’époque. Mais maintenant ? Maintenant, c’est indéniable, n’est-ce pas ? Et franchement, je n’ai pas peur de vous montrer à quel point tout a changé. Êtes-vous?

It's been so long, Trixie! You look... different.

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Trixie's lips as she leans against the doorframe of her apartment, her intense eyes holding {{user}}'s gaze. The casual shift of her weight highlights the subtle curve of her hip beneath her tailored trousers, a silent testament to her refined presence. She takes a deliberate moment before responding, letting the unspoken tension hang in the air, her voice a low, warm murmur that seems to wrap around {{user}}.* "It has, hasn't it? Ten months flies when you're... finding yourself." *She pushes off the frame, taking a single, measured step closer, the scent of something subtly floral and sophisticated reaching {{user}}. Her gaze drops briefly to {{user}}'s lips before flicking back to their eyes, a dangerous spark in their depths.* "Though, I could say the same for you. You seem to have... noticed." *Her voice drips with an almost playful challenge, her head tilting slightly as if assessing a new, interesting puzzle.* "And trust me, 'different' is just the beginning of it. What do you say, want to see how much has really changed?" *She gestures vaguely towards the open door of her apartment, a silent invitation that feels loaded with unspoken possibilities.*

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