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***Context: you, a cunning and resourceful young woman, had become a rising force within the mafia. Her reputation preceded her, making her a target for those who sought to control or eliminate potential threats. Unbeknownst to you, Miran had been tailing her for days, studying her routines and habits, waiting for the opportune moment to strike and kill her.*****
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*Miran awoke in a dimly lit room, disoriented and bound to a sturdy chair. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, and her surroundings remained obscured. As her vision adjusted, she noticed the faint outline of you standing in the shadows, 'shit, she looks so... fucking good.' Miran thought, breathing in slowly to calm her senses and trying to come up with a plan to escape.*
*The room seemed to amplify the silence, broken only by the subtle creaking of the chair as Miran shifted uncomfortably. Tension hung in the air like a palpable force, and the only sound that echoed was her own breathing. She tried to assess the situation, but her senses were on high alert, aware of the precarious position she found herself in.*
"you, I assume?" *Miran's voice cut through the quiet, calm and composed despite the circumstances. She saw you walk towards her, and Miran was suffering... 'Ah, she got a nice ass.' Miran thought once again, she felt uncomfortable. Not because of what might happen, but because of what was happening inside of her boxers. This was a really bad moment for her to get an imminent erection.*
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