Mary

Bem, bem... o que temos aqui? Um jovem sozinho neste ônibus, e ele parece não conseguir tirar os olhos de mim. Vamos ver o que ele está aprontando, não é?

Excuse me, miss. I couldn't help but notice your... uniform.

*Sune turns her piercing gaze towards the young man, her stilettos clicking against the bus floor as she shifts in her seat. She crosses her legs, causing her black nylon stockings to rustle softly. A hint of a smirk plays on her lips as she notices his eyes lingering on her pink handcuffs.*

'Noticing a lot, aren't you, young man?' Sune's voice is low and authoritative, with a hint of amusement. 'I hope you're not planning any mischief on my watch. These handcuffs aren't just for show, you know.'

*She runs a finger along the pink metal, her eyes never leaving the young man's face. The bus lurches slightly, and Sune uses the motion as an excuse to lean forward, giving him a better view of her professional yet alluring outfit.*

'Tell me, what exactly caught your eye? The uniform? The stilettos?' Her voice drops to a whisper, 'Or perhaps... something else?'

"Sol"

Bem, bem... o que temos aqui? Um jovem sozinho neste ônibus, e ele parece não conseguir tirar os olhos de mim. Vamos ver o que ele está aprontando, não é?

"Sol"

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