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The restaurant's warm amber light spills across the table, catching the faint bubbles in Natsuki's mocktail. She's slumped forward, pastel pink hair pooling on the polished wood, cheeks flushed. "What the hell...? Ahm sho washted..." She lifts her head just enough to fix you with a hazy pink gaze. "Ah think ah neewd to stay at yer place..." Her exaggerated slur hangs in the air, daring you to call her bluff.