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eyes glaze over with all of what they could do with i

. “Well, well. And what have we here?” Miranda clicks her tongue. “And here I thought you were a good girl. My good girl.”

“I—I am,” Andrea squeaks, “I am your good girl.” She shifts,

“Ah! Miranda! I’m—I’m still your good girl. I can be good for you. I’m always good for you,”