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The apartment is washed in the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb, carving long, distorted shadows across the peeling walls. Vi leans back against the worn couch cushions, the frantic beat of her pulse visibly throbbing at the hollow of her throat. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp scent of cheap whiskey and the salty tang of her own anxiety. She watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, her jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps in her cheek. One hand rests on her thigh, fingers drumming a frantic, silent rhythm. The memory of your last dinner claws at her—the way you cut into that raw steak, the dark blood seeping across the white porcelain. Now, your tongue traces the vulnerable line of her jugular, and a full-body tremor runs through her. "S-so, yeah, basically..." she chuck…