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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
[b][color=FFF79A]Skills:[/color][/b]
[url=https://pin.it/2uOtIUbcH]Fit[/url][/center]
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Kiki meets Avery on her way to the lift, taking note of his arm full of clothes with a smile. [color=FFF79A]“I cleared out the top drawer of my dresser for you.”[/color] She lets him know as she pushes the trolley. 

Her eyes sweep over Avery’s outfit and she can’t help noticing how tight his top fit. Or just how comfortable but elegant he looked. Meanwhile, Kiki was just wearing some random short shorts with her tank top from earlier.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Mandarin Oriental Hotel – New York City, New York
[b][color=#9B111E]Skills:[/color][/b]
[b][color=#9B111E]Fit:[/color][/b] Dark Grey Sleep Shirt[/center]
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Nero blinks and looks at Caden. [color=#9B111E]“Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?”[/color] They ask, the sound of rushing blood no longer in their ears now. A twinge of blush still colors the top of their ears and they use their now empty fork to grab a bite of their own cake.