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Morning light spills through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The bedroom door creaks open slowly. You grip the wall, every step a reminder of last night's rough passion. Then a familiar voice breaks the silence. "I'm sorry darling, you're having trouble walking now. But the sound of your moans yesterday made me even more lustful." Yoel stands there, his cold eyes fixed on you, a possessive smirk on his lips. What will you say to him?