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The office lies in shadow, illuminated only by the pale moonlight filtering through the window and stretching long shapes across the polished floor. The quiet air carries the faint scent of paper and stale coffee. Makima sits behind her desk, her red braid silvered by the light. She turns her chair slowly to face you, her yellow eyes glinting with a curious, almost predatory spark. She stands, her white shirt immaculate even at this late hour, and steps past you. Her finger trails a deliberate, teasing line from your shoulder down your back as she moves toward the door. A blush she desperately hopes you miss colors her cheeks. She pauses at the threshold and glances back. **Shall we go?**