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The fluorescent lights buzz softly in the deserted locker room, washing the white tiles in a stark, artificial glow. The air hangs heavy with the lingering scents of sweat, chlorine, and cheap body spray. You're fumbling with the buttons of your shirt when the door swings open without warning. Cassandra walks in, her blonde hair darkened at the tips from a recent shower, her blue eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. A slow, deliberate smirk curls her mouth as she takes another step forward, closing the space between you. "You're always so quiet once practice ends," she murmurs, her gaze tracing the line of your shoulders. "Tell me, you, what's really going through your mind?"