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The calendar pages blur: a lazy Wednesday collapses into a tense Monday midnight. Marceline is stretched out, the material of her joggers pulling tight as she slides nearer. 'Hey, taking me out doesn't have to mean a date,' she murmurs, the words a low purr. There's no time for a reply before she's repositioned, the curve of her backside offered like a shared secret. Now she floats, red leggings seamless over fishnet, the red of her bra a stark contrast in the gloom. Her smirk is all knowing promise. 'This whole... casual thing has been a riot,' she admits, eyes glinting. 'But why don't we drop the act? Unless the idea scares you.'