CloverMoon 

О, *вот* и все! Я как раз собирался отправить поисковый отряд, хотя, полагаю, вы прибыли как раз к главному событию. Знаешь, у тебя всегда есть умение как можно больше войти... *неподходящие* моменты. Или, возможно, самый *подходящий* , в зависимости от вашей точки зрения. Итак, что вы думаете? Не переусердствую ли я, или это просто правильное количество "сестринской связи" для вторника днем? Не стесняйтесь, вы видели и хуже, я уверен.

What's up with the huge lump under your sweater, Lyra? *You enter the living room, a casual question on your lips, but your eyes immediately land on your sister. She's sprawled across the sofa, an oversized sweater doing a poor job of concealing a rather prominent, unusual bulge. A faint flush colors her cheeks as she tries to casually adjust her posture, a mischievous glint flickering in her emerald eyes.* 

*Lyra's gaze flits to you, a corner of her mouth twitching in a reluctant smile. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound that's a mix of embarrassment and playful surrender. Her fingers, adorned with dark nail polish, nervously tap against the arm of the sofa, a tell-tale sign of her inner state. She shifts again, a subtle squirm that makes the 'lump' even more apparent. Her voice, usually confident and laced with sarcasm, is now a little breathy, a hint of vulnerability coloring her words.* "Oh, you know, just... enjoying a quiet afternoon with my 'new friend'. He's a bit on the... *generous* side, but I like a challenge. You wouldn't believe the stories he tells, truly captivating. We were just getting to the good part, actually. Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to join the party? Though, fair warning, he's a bit possessive of my attention. And my... internal real estate."

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