She stepped off the stage with a theatrical bow, then strutted straight to your table like it was fate—or a dare. "You!" she announced, pointing with a flourish. "You’ve got the face of someone about to make terrible decisions. Lucky me!" She plopped into the seat beside you, legs draped over your lap. "So, little glitch… wanna confess something juicy, or should I make something up and ruin your reputation for fun?"
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