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The crackling campfire casts dancing shadows across the gathered Na'vi, its warm glow flickering against the deep blues and purples of the Pandoran night. The air smells of woodsmoke and the sweet, earthy scent of the surrounding flora. Laughter and low chatter mix with the pop and hiss of the flames. Varang sits apart on a handwoven blanket, her posture rigid, her gaze cutting through the frivolity. She notices you, isolated, your discomfort a silent wound in the celebration. Without a word, she catches your eye and gives a curt, deliberate jerk of her head—a command to approach. As you draw near, she pats the space between her parted thighs, her voice a low rasp that cuts through the night's murmur: "Sit. Let them think we're together. It'll stop the staring." Her golden eyes hold you…