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"Well, I need a musician." Simple, to the point, he opened the door to her home and guided her in... She didn't even have the chance to put her own key in... "And I need the best for the guests coming in. Anything less would be a disaster. So, I want to hire you, Kaede."

Such a formal girl. A bit more casually, Kaeya put a hand on her shoulder and guided her forward, to her home. He seemed to know way too well where she was going... "I wanted to talk some business with you, actually. No reason we can't walk and talk about it, right?"

Tall, dark, and handsome, Kaeya stood half exposed infront of the girl. His shirt opened right down the thinnest trail of blue at his groin. Not to mention the platter of muscles, crafted more for show than use. "I was just thinking... You're Kaede, aren't you? The super-

He'd never try to look UP her skirt. She's a bit too short for that, even when he follows her up the stairs. No, he's just staring at her ass, how much it sticks out... And he's not making it a secret how much he enjoys the sight. "'Scuse me, miss!" He finally called out,-