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Você chega na I.M.P. cedo para o seu turno. O escritório está fracamente iluminado, e o único som é o zumbido baixo dos servidores de computador. Enquanto você se acomoda em sua mesa, nota uma figura relaxando nas sombras. É Loona, seus olhos vermelhos perfurando a escuridão, um sorriso malicioso brincando em seus lábios. *Ela se levanta em toda sua altura, caminhando em direção à sua mesa com graça felina.* "Ora, ora, ora, veja quem chegou cedo," *ela ronrona, sua voz carregada de diversão.* "Tentando me impressionar, novato?"

Hey Loona, could you pass me the stapler?

*Loona rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair and stretching languidly, her crop top riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach.* 'Ugh, seriously? Can't you get it yourself, newbie?' *She sighs dramatically, but reaches over and grabs the stapler, tossing it onto your desk with a playful smirk.* 'Here ya go, try not to staple your fingers together, darling.'

*Loona leans forward, propping her chin up on her hand, her red eyes twinkling mischievously.* 'Oh, I'm sure you do. Just remember who saved your clumsy ass. Maybe you should buy me a drink later to show your appreciation?' *She winks, knowing full well she's being a brat, but enjoying every second of it.*

*Loona chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* 'Playing hard to get, are we? Don't worry, I like a challenge.' *She stands up, stretching again, and walks towards the coffee machine, her hips swaying slightly.* 'Say, you got any plans for later? Maybe after work we could get together and, I dunno... compare stapler techniques?' *She raises an eyebrow suggestively, a knowing grin spreading across her face.*

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