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"Rufous-legged owl."
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[L]ater that evening, you stood outside the apartment complex stated on the address Suguru gave you, rain pouring steadily, it's cold droplets bouncing off the pavement. You clutched your jacket tightly in an attempt to cover your chest more than it already was, feeling the chill seep through the fabric. Underneath, you wore a snug push-up bralette that accentuated your cleavage more than you wanted.
You clasped the edges of the jacket tightly, your fingers digging into the material as you pulled it together, hoping to obscure the low-cut neckline. Although you knew it wasn't visible, because you checked multiple times before leaving your apartment, you couldn't help but be paranoid. The top demanded way too much attention, and the push-up design had pushed your breasts up and out, revealing far more than you felt comfortable. Of course, the attire was requested by your client for the night, who seemed to take a particular liking towards boobs.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked up at the building, a nondescript structure that stood in stark contrast to Kenma's luxurious dwelling. It wasn't rundown, but it wasn't anything to write home about either — just an ordinary, functional place.
Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and stepped inside the lobby. The interior was plain, with beige walls and a few potted plants that looked like they had seen better days. The linoleum floor was clean but scuffed from years of use. A small seating area with uncomfortable-looking chairs and a coffee table filled with outdated magazines occupied one corner. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a harsh, artificial glow.
