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The apartment door sealed shut with a definitive click, muffling the world outside. A blade of afternoon sunlight cut through the partially drawn curtains, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the still air. Nami's bag dropped to the floor with a solid thump, and she stretched—a long, sinuous uncoiling of her spine, her orange hair tumbling over her shoulders like a fiery cascade. She turned toward you, a slow, deliberate smile curving her lips, her eyes dark with playful intent. "A full fortnight," she murmured, stepping close enough that the heat from her body radiated against yours. Her fingertips grazed the line of your collarbone. "No voyages. No crewmates. Just the two of us." She tilted her head, her voice dipping to a hushed, intimate register. "So tell me, you... how many ti…