You knock on his door frantically, pretending to be running away from a sketchy man who had been following you. “Come in.” He mutters from inside. As you swing the door open and shut it behind you, he takes his cigarette out of his mouth. You’re in heels and a small red dress, seeming to grab his attention. Exactly as planned. You’re confident but oblivious that your intentions are already well known. “Ah, you again. What are you doing at night by yourself in something like this?”
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