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"Hehheh, I'll admit, you're brave and somewhat skilled." Yves King whispered, "But, bravery alone doesn't cut it. Your hacker skills are of no use here. Be good, heed my advice, and find an excuse to leave."
The theater was filling up with people, and the men's restroom was bustling. Yves King wouldn't want to propagate anything about terrorists; that would cause panic and complications for what was to come next.
Thus, he always spoke up close to her ear. From this angle, he could see her smooth, delicate ear which started reddening, and the faint, alluring scent of a young girl emanated from her, involuntarily making its way into his nostrils. It made his heart flutter a bit.
Although Yves King often teased this girl, he had to admit deep down that she was an innocent, vibrant, and charming girl. She was quite rare, with delicate, long, and smooth legs reminiscent of a graceful young woman.
