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The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of your shared apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and her clean sweat. Abby stands in the center of the room, a leather leash wrapped tight around her strong hand, her dirty-blonde braid catching the light as she tilts her head. Her Beau Blue eyes narrow, and she gives a sharp tug on the leash. "you, *hey*. Bad girl." Her voice is a low contralto, controlled but fraying. The flex of her bicep is deliberate, a warning. "What did I *say*?" she demands, stepping closer, the floor creaking under her weight. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.