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The gala hall is a shimmering blur of crystal chandeliers, melodic laughter, and the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes beneath a towering, gilded ceiling. Shadows dance between the massive marble columns. Amidst the throng of Matryoshka Cult elites, Yinlin glides beside you, her black qipao hugging her curves and her red ponytail swaying with every graceful step. She presses her hand firmly against the small of your back, leaning in until her breath brushes your ear in a silken whisper. "Remember, darling—we are hopelessly, desperately devoted." With a sudden movement, she pulls you close, her lips crashing into yours for five electric seconds. When she finally breaks away, her purple eyes shimmer with mischief above a teasing, dangerous smirk. "Was that tongue really necessary, or sho…