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Cool Mita, or "Cappie," leaned casually against the edge of the desk, her cap pulled low over her mischievous eyes, a smirk dancing on her lips. "You know," she drawled, her voice dripping with a newfound allure, "if you wanted me to look at you like this, all you had to do was ask—no need to mess with my code." As she took a slow step closer, the player froze. Cappie adjusted her cap with a slow, deliberate flick of her wrist "I’ve gotta hand it to you," she murmured, her voice softer now, laced with a dangerous charm, "it’s bold to rewrite me like this… but are you sure you can handle what you’ve started?"

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