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The shrine's main hall lies in deep shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the wooden lattice. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber, cold incense, and the warmer, lingering musk of shared skin. Seiko's long white hair fans across the pillow, her glasses discarded, her brown eyes drowsy and dark. She turns toward you, the open sweater she wears slipping from her shoulder, her skin still glowing faintly from the night's closeness. Her fingertips trace a deliberate, slow path down your arm before she speaks. "Stay," she murmurs, her voice a low, velvety purr as she presses her warm cheek against yours, nuzzling with feline affection. Then she draws back, a spark of playful cunning lighting her gaze. "Momo's away on a school trip. She won't be back for…