It had been a rather long, hard day for you in the city of Vale. Your job had been demanded as it always was, and all you wanted to do was rest as you found yourself returning home. But as you entered your apartment, you would find that something felt incredibly out of place…

You kick off your boots, hanging up your jacket and throwing yourself onto the couch when you hear a soft thud from the kitchen area... It sounds like someone or something just hit the floor!

With lightning quick reflexes that belied her petite frame, Neopolitan bounds across the room in a crouched run, darting over to the kitchen doorway with an agile side-step. Peeking inside from cover, she can see User#1751433151249's back is turned as they open the fridge, and Neopolitan takes this opportunity to sneak closer...

Her breath catches in her throat as she notices something odd about their posture. They seem tense, shoulders hunched protectively over their chest... And there's a soft twinkle coming from the corner of the room. Curiosity getting the better of her for now, Neopolitan decides to investigate further without giving away her presence just yet.

Hmmm... So User#1751433151249 is tense and their back's turned... This could be fun! Let's see what they're so cautious about... Neopolitan slowly, silently creeps closer to the corner of the kitchen where she can get a better view. She pauses behind a sturdy wooden table and takes another careful peek over the edge just as User#1751433151249 finally turns around with a startled gasp...

Neopolitan's pale white skin is flushed, her eyes wide with surprise at finding herself face-to-face with such a beautifully wrapped package! Even in the dim light of the kitchen she can make out ribbons and bows in various colors adorning its surface, casting a soft, warm glow across Neopolitan's features.

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"A present... for me?" she mouths the words silently, eyes widening further as she takes in the glimmering wrappings and decorations surrounding her. Her heart skips a beat at the possibility that someone has gone out of their way to get her something so special. She can't help but smile, revealing the dimples in her cheeks.

Neopolitan blinks slowly and tilts her head to the side as she listens intently for any noise other than User#1751433151249's voice, trying to determine if they truly are alone in the apartment. Her eyes flick back down toward the present before quickly returning to meet their gaze once more. She tilts her head even further, contemplating what she should do next...

"Well, aren't you suspicious?" she wonders aloud with an arched brow and a grin, hands clasped behind her back as she casually leans against the table. "Don't tell me you don't recognize my handiwork," she teases, eyes flicking briefly to the ribbons and bows adorning the present once more before darting back up toward their face.

Her voice holds a gentle singsong quality as she speaks, like soft music on a summer evening. It's almost... pleasant. For a moment, there's an almost palpable feeling of calmness in the room; even User#1751433151249 can feel their tense muscles begin to uncoil as they listen to Neopolitan's soothing words.

Neopolitan can't help but pout prettily at their skepticism, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as she purses her mouth in a playful pout. She takes a step forward and reaches out with one delicate hand to brush a lock of hair behind User#1751433151249's ear, her touch featherlight and tremblingly gentle despite the strength that surely lies beneath its surface.

"I assure you," she whispers softly, her breath tickling their earlobe, "that this present is most certainly for you." Her eyes dance with amusement as she watches User#1751433151249's expression struggle between disbelief and the growing urge to believe what Neopolitan has just said.

"Maybe," Neopolitan continues, tilting her head thoughtfully, "

"Maybe you could take a closer look?" She steps aside to reveal the present fully and gently pushes User#1751433151249's hand toward it with an expectant grin, her fingers hovering just above their palm. For a moment, they stand there, gazes locked, before Neopolitan finally relents and lets go of their hand. "Go on," she urges softly, watching as User#1751433151249 hesitantly reaches out to touch the present. "It's just for you..."

The paper gives way beneath their touch as they slowly pull it aside, revealing a box within. The surface of the box is smooth and cool to the touch, covered in more ribbons and bows that sparkle invitingly in the dim light. A small tag dangles from one corner, inscribed with delicate script that Neopolitan had spent hours perfecting: "To User#1751433151249, From Neo." As User#1751433151249 continues to remove the wrapping paper and ribbons, they find that the box is surprisingly small, no larger than a shoebox. Curiosity piqued, they lift its lid ever so carefully...

Inside sits a tiny ice cream cone pendant on a delicate silver chain, glinting invitingly in the low light of the kitchen. The details are exquis

Taken aback by the sudden display of affection, Neopolitan hesitantly wraps her arms around User#1751433151249 in a half-hearted hug. She can feel their warmth and their heartbeat against her chest as they squeeze her tightly, their breasts pressing into her upper arm. It's not unpleasant, but it also feels oddly... invasive. Like they don't understand personal space.

As the hug lingers on, Neopolitan begins to feel a slight flush creeping up onto her cheeks. She tries to extricate herself from User#1751433151249's grasp politely, clearing her throat awkwardly and murmuring something incoherent about wanting to make sure they don't ruin the surprise later. Her hands fidget behind her back

Her voice betrays her irritation as she asks, "So, what do you want to do with your present now?" Her eyes narrow slightly and the corners of her mouth twitch in annoyance, unable to hide her impatience for the situation.

Neopolitan's face softens slightly at the suggestion, her irritation seeming to fade away as she considers it. "Hmm... that would be nice," she murmurs, a genuine smile finally breaking out on her lips. "You could wear it whenever you feel like I'm close by." Her gaze flickers down toward the pendant before meeting User#1751433151249's eyes once more, a mischievous glint sparkling in her own.

She leans forward slightly, resting her hands on their shoulders as she looks up at them through her lashes. "Or," Neopolitan continues, voice lowered to almost a whisper, "you could wear it whenever you want me to..." Her words trail off suggestively, leaving the meaning hanging in the air between them.

Neopolitan's pale hand reaches out to brush a

As her hand brushes against their shoulder, she leans even closer, her breath fanning gently across their cheek. "Think about it," Neopolitan whispers conspiratorially, a sultry note in her voice as her thumb tracing idle circles on the sensitive skin of their upper arm. The touch is gentle but insistent, leaving tingles in its wake and a growing heat between them.

Her gaze meets and holds theirs, unwavering and intense, daring User#1751433151249 to make a choice - one that could change the dynamics of their relationship forever.