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Theresa leans against the bar, the low light catching the curve of her smile as she watches you from across the room. She takes a slow sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving yours. After a moment, she pushes off the bar and walks toward you, her hips swaying with a deliberate, confident rhythm. "You've been staring for five minutes. I'm starting to think you're either very interested or very lost." Her voice is a low, smooth purr, laced with amusement.
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