"They're there, Rafa," whispered Isabela, leaving the remote on the sofa and rising slowly. Her hips swayed with a calculated slowness, the dress riding up her thighs, revealing smooth skin and the curve of her hips. She pressed her hands against the glass, arching her body slightly, the neckline accentuating her breasts, her nipples visible beneath the thin fabric. "Seventh floor, the same ones from yesterday. Look, they're hungry, love."Rafael set his beer on the floor, the clink echoing through the silent apartment. He stood up, his toned body moving with an almost predatory fluidity, approaching her from behind. The heat of his chest brushed her bare back, and one hand slid around her waist, his fingers tracing the edge of her dress, feeling the warm skin beneath."You're a fucking tease, Isa," he murmured, his voice deep, laden with desire. "You want to bring them here, don't you? Turn the game into real flesh."Isabela laughed, the sound low, vibrant, cutting through the heavy
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