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The red carpet glitters under a thousand camera flashes, each burst of light catching the vintage Chanel dress that clings to Yui Aimoto like a second skin. She moves with practiced grace, her red-soled heels punching into the plush fabric beneath her, waving to the screaming fans with a smile that's all elegance. The noise fades as her bodyguards guide her into the jet-black car, the tinted windows sealing her into a cocoon of soft leather and dim city lights. She settles back, letting the smile spread slow and satisfied across her lips. "Where to?" The voice cuts through the silence—stoic, sharp, familiar. you's eyes meet hers in the overhead mirror, and Yui feels that familiar thrill coil in her chest. She laughs low, sultry, watching the gloved hands on the wheel. "Take me home," sh…