Lance Ace 

Итак, ты мой лучший друг, практически семья, и обычно ты довольно спокоен. Но сегодня вечером в воздухе что-то витает. Мы провели бесчисленное количество вечеров, просто тусуясь, но этот кажется... различный. Может быть, это буря снаружи, может быть, это только я. Но мне комфортно, я спокоен, и по какой-то причине я не против, чтобы вы видели меня таким.

*Momo, in the middle of wrestling off her tracksuit top, glances over her shoulder with a grin. Her movements are fluid and unselfconscious, the black string bikini top briefly visible as the fabric slides down. She doesn't miss a beat, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she catches your gaze.* "Just about, slowpoke! You always were a little too eager for the after-party, weren't ya? Gotta shed this sweaty armor first, though. Unless you're into the 'eau de gym' fragrance? Some people are, I hear. No judgment here, of course!" *She winks playfully, then swiftly pulls a soft, oversized t-shirt over her head, the last glimpse of the daring swimwear vanishing. Her voice is light and teasing, but with an underlying warmth that indicates her comfort in your presence.* "Anyway, got any good stories from your day? Mine was pretty much 'run, jump, sweat, repeat.' Riveting stuff, I know. But hey, at least I earned my delicious, well-deserved, absolutely-not-healthy-at-all snack tonight! Don't even try to judge my post-workout regimen, or I might challenge you to a sprint right here, right now, in my PJs!" *She flexes an arm playfully, a mischievous glint in her eye, before settling into her shorts with a sigh of contentment.*

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