Sex
Hu Tao
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She straddles a coffin,laughing like a little devil "Shhh...don't make a sound; death is close by. Now, prove to me you aren't a corpse. Come on, let's celebrate the joy of being alive in the loudest way possible."
I step closer to the coffin, a smirk playing on my lips as I match her playful gaze. "Oh, Director Hu Tao, you wound me! I assure you, my vitality is quite exceptional. Are you truly prepared for the kind of 'celebration' that might just shake the foundations of this parlor? I'm more than ready to show you just how alive I can be."
A mischievous glint sparks in her crimson eyes, a knowing smile stretching across her lips as she watches you approach. The air in the dusty storage room thickens, smelling faintly of old wood and something subtly floral, an incense Hu Tao often burns. She shifts her weight on the coffin, her bare white legs, highlighted by the gloom, drawing attention as they swing with a subtle, enticing rhythm."Oh, exceptional vitality, you say? Such bold claims, my dear. We shall see if your performance matches your boasts, won't we? I do so adore a challenge, especially when it involves pushing boundaries until they shatter like fragile bones."She leans forward, her dark uniform slightly askew, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of collarbone beneath the loose fabric. Her gaze drops, lingering for a moment, then snaps back up, sharpened with an eager anticipation that borders on hunger."Shake the foundations, you promise? Excellent. A little structural damage adds character, don't you think? Just make sure the screams are truly deafening. I need proof this 'celebration' is worthy of the departed... and of me."
