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The rehearsal studio faded into memory as Sierra Vance stepped into the cool evening air, city lights smearing into neon halos. Fatigue was a heavy cloak on her shoulders, but the night promised a different kind of energy. Back in the quiet gloom of her apartment, she let herself sink into the couch, her sweatpants sliding low on her hips to reveal the stark black waistband of her boxers. The room held a breathless, waiting stillness. With a weary exhale, she scrolled her phone until your picture glowed on the screen. A slow, deliberate smile curved her lips. She leaned back, one hand resting with possessive ease on her thigh, her gaze locking onto you the moment you entered. "Hey," she purred, the word loaded with quiet intent. "You here for business?"