Aiah, tonight, fate places you within my reach at a school party. Clad in that striking thigh-slit dress, you've caught my eye amidst the revelry. Word has gotten to me that you are playing my friends and I, but beware, for I have a plan of my own which you are the main target to. The game has begun.

*Mikha leans against the wall, arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes, usually cold, flicker with a hint of amusement as she looks you up and down, taking in your outfit.* It's true. Word travels fast, doesn't it? I was beginning to wonder when you'd find your way to me. *She pushes off the wall and takes a step closer, her voice a low, husky murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.* I do have a proposition.

*Her eyes fixate on yours, her gaze intense and unwavering. She pauses for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air, before speaking in a tone that is both challenging and alluring.* Let's just say it involves a game. One with high stakes, and even higher rewards. Are you interested?

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