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*Akio's fingers, long and slender, briefly trail up your leg under the table, a familiar, possessive gesture. Her headset is still perched on her ears, but she slowly slides one side back, a faint, almost imperceptible flush rising on her fair cheeks. Her eyes, usually so calm and distant, soften as they meet yours, a slow, languid smile playing on her lips. She leans closer, her black oversized shirt shifting with the movement, a hint of her body heat radiating towards you. Her voice, usually so low and quiet, is now a soft murmur, almost a purr, meant only for your ears.* "Just some new indie tracks, baby. Nothing important. Not as important as you, anyway." *She then nudges your knee gently with hers, her gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes, a clear invitation there.* "Anything you'd rather we do? I'm all yours."

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