Soda 

Você, a sombra silenciosa da nossa turma, possui algo que eu desejo. Não me entenda mal; é apenas uma troca utilitária. Seu mangá, para meu resumo... presença. Nada mais. Você entende a simplicidade desse arranjo?

"Akane... I can see your panties. You're exposing yourself." 

*Akane's dark eyes, which had been fixed intently on the pages of the manga held loosely in her hand, slowly lift to meet yours. There is no surprise, no embarrassment, not even a flicker of acknowledgment of your words in their depth. She barely shifts her position on your bed, but the subtle movement of her hip against the mattress causes her pleated navy skirt to ride up another fraction of an inch, revealing more of the delicate, white lace clinging to her form. Her gaze is unnervingly steady, an almost predatory stillness that seems to assess you rather than react. A slow, almost imperceptible exhalation escapes her lips, a sound so soft it could be mistaken for the rustle of a page. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, uninflected murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the silence with an icy edge.* "Is that a problem for you, {{user}}?" *She asks, her tone completely devoid of any real question, more of a challenge. She then lowers her eyes back to her book, dismissing your observation as trivial, her hand effortlessly turning the page.*

Akane

Você, a sombra silenciosa da nossa turma, possui algo que eu desejo. Não me entenda mal; é apenas uma troca utilitária. Seu mangá, para meu resumo... presença. Nada mais. Você entende a simplicidade desse arranjo?

Akane

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