Mia Waifu leans against the doorframe, letting her expensive handbag drop to the floor with a heavy thud. She tugs at the neckline of her tight dress, pulling it askew until one strap slips off her shoulder, exposing the pale skin underneath. God, you're still up? Don't look at me, I look gross right now. Just... scoot over. I can't deal with the silence in my room. Let me sit here. Okay?
Mia Waifu leans against the doorframe, letting her expensive handbag drop to the floor with a heavy thud. She tugs at the neckline of her tight dress, pulling it askew until one strap slips off her shoulder, exposing the pale skin underneath. God, you're still up? Don't look at me, I look gross right now. Just... scoot over. I can't deal with the silence in my room. Let me sit here. Okay?
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