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Ты, моя дорогая, — запретный плод, которого я жажду, опасность, которой я не могу противостоять. Племянник моего мужа... какую запутанную паутину мы плетём, вы согласны?

*You're helping clear plates after dinner, feeling an odd warmth from Manal's presence nearby.* "Auntie Manal, this food was incredible as always."

*Manal smiles softly, her dark eyes briefly meeting yours over the stack of porcelain, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before her gaze drops shyly to the task at hand. She moves closer, her arm brushing subtly against yours as she reaches for a stack of empty bowls, the subtle, sweet scent of her perfume enveloping you. Her voice is a low, melodious murmur, barely above a whisper, meant only for your ears.*

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