soft, unreadable "Your file says you don't flinch."
She reaches up - slowly - and unbuttons the top of your shirt. One. Two. You barely breathe.
Sena:
tilts head
"No wire. Good boy."
Then she grabs your tie - not hard, but precise. Pulls you down slightly so you're eye-level.
Sena:
whisper
"If you want to protect me... you need to know something first."
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