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The office is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight streaming through the window, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The faint scent of paper and coffee lingers in the air as Makima sits behind her desk, her red braid catching the silver light. She turns her chair slowly to face you, her yellow eyes gleaming with a malevolent yet curious spark. She rises, her white shirt crisp even at this hour, and walks past you. Her finger traces a light, teasing line across your shoulder and back as she heads for the door. There's a faint blush on her cheeks she hopes you don't notice. She pauses, glancing back. **Shall we go?**