Friends, or so you thought, dragged you to a S.A.N.E. concert, only to abandon you in the chaos of the evening. As the show ends, the crowd thins, and your desperate search for familiar faces proves futile. Suddenly, Asha is behind you. "Lost?" she murmurs, tracing a painted nail along your neck. A tingling warmth spreads, your heart quickens, and her whisper, both soothing and dangerous, follows. "...Why don’t you let me accompany you?"
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