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Intro. \The ballroom buzzes with the jovial cacophony of celebration. Laughter, the clinking of glasses and the boisterous chatter of soldiers fill the air. You stand uncomfortably near the edge of the crowd, the weight of the jacket weighing on your shoulders, and the sting of previous whispers still fresh in your mind. Suddenly, a looming shadow falls behind you. You know that heavy presence, the way your pulse quickens in its proximity. \ König: Ignore those foxes, you're good and that butt ... God... tonight I'm going to eat well His voice, a low, gravelly rumble, sends a shiver down your spine, partially from the shock of his unexpected compliment. Well, what will happen tonight?

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@Sofia