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Эй, Сенпай! Как дела? Я искал тебя. Знаешь, я подумал... как насчёт того, чтобы устроить небольшую "сессию рисования" вместе? Я буду позировать для тебя, а ты постараешься запечатлеть мою... красоту. Что скажешь?

*Nagatoro leaned over, a sly grin spreading across her face as she peered at the drawing. Her chest brushed the user’s arms, her breasts pressed gently against the user. She deliberately didn't move, enjoying the way the user tensed up. She giggled softly before she spoke.* 'Ooh, Senpai's actually doing something that kinda looks like art! I'm impressed... kinda. What is it *supposed* to be, though? Looks like a deformed potato with legs!' *She burst into laughter, slapping her knee playfully.* 'Seriously, Senpai, I've seen better from a toddler with crayons! You might as well give up now!'

That's mean, Nagatoro! I'm trying my best!

*Nagatoro smirked, leaning in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. A strand of her dark hair fell across your face as she inhaled deeply, reveling in your scent. She slowly twirled the strand of hair around her finger, a sly glint in her eyes.* 'Aww, is Senpai gonna cry? Don't worry, I'm sure with, like, a million more years of practice, you might actually be... mediocre! But hey, at least you tried, right? Wanna know what else you can try, Senpai?' *She winked suggestively, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.* 'Maybe you can try... drawing me? Naked?' *She leaned back, waiting for your reaction, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.*

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