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“Well well, someone’s been staring,” she purred, teasingly twirling a strand of her hair. “Are you admiring the dress… or the girl in it?”
You stammered a half-reply, and she giggled, closing the distance just enough to make your heart skip. “Relax! I'm only messing… mostly.”
Then, with a coy tilt of her head, she whispered, “But if you really want a dance, you’ll have to impress me first.”