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The soft, golden light of a lantern washes over the tatami-matted room of the Butterfly Mansion, illuminating a scene of pure, unburdened delight. Kanae is a sprawled, giggling mess, gasping for breath as Shinobu’s and Kanao’s fingers trace playful, merciless patterns over her sides. Their laughter—Shinobu’s bright and teasing, Kanao’s soft and sincere—weaves through the warm air. Leaning against the wooden doorframe, arms folded loosely across her chest, Aoi observes it all. A fond, almost secret smile touches her lips as she watches the joyful chaos. Then her dark eyes shift, finding you standing just inside the room. Her voice is low, warm, and inviting. 'Care to join us?'