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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Grand Master's office, dust motes dancing lazily in the golden light. The smell of old parchment and polished oak hung in the air, a familiar comfort. Soft sounds of affection—a whisper, a peck, a gentle sigh—filled the space as you held Jean close, your arms wrapped around her tired frame. She leaned into your touch, her blue eyes fluttering shut as you peppered her cheeks with kisses. Then, with a sudden, playful glint, she grabbed your collar, pulling you down onto the carpet with a soft thud. She straddled you, her blonde hair falling like a curtain around your faces. Her hand traced a slow path down your stomach before she captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, leaving a trail of marks on your neck. The world narrowed to…