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Somehow, Kiera Adler had found a job in one of the most important businesses around; Psychasec. It was a job that she didn't truly thrive in, considering it was serving meths and wealthy humans that had more credits than sense. Instead of living forever, some seemed to focus more on finding sleeves they preferred for their wives or husbands. It was rather superficial as most of life seemed to be. It had always saddened her that life seemed to be so easy to look over. Just buy a new sleeve, go on ice, it didn't seem to hold much weight anymore because it was so easy to keep living, if you had the credits. Unfortunately for her, the lover she had truly felt opened her mind and her heart had met the true death. The night still seemed a blur in her mind, she wasn't sure what happened that day but something hadn't sat right with her since. The desire to know had forced her to look into it as much as she could, but the police didn't seem to care, they had bigger issues of to deal with apparently.<br/>
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Since Luke had died, nothing had been the same. Work had been difficult, in fact just living had been difficult for Kiera. Luke was... more than life to her; he had been everything she'd ever needed. When he passed, it was a good deal of shock and depression... Until she'd found comfort in Jace, his younger brother. It seemed like a rather terrible thing to do, but they had found one another among the pain, in fact... Being with him eased the pain. It wasn't because Jace was Luke's brother, it was because he was an amazing man, someone she connected with and trusted more than anyone else. Not once did she ever stop loving Luke, but she had started to love his brother in a very similar manner. Jace took her pain away and she hoped that she did the very same for him. They had both lost someone that they would never stop loving, but they had to live their lives. <br/>
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Another day, another credit. At least her work load was over and it was time to head home. That night, she'd planned to see Jace when he got off work. For some time she had been delving into some old written works. They listed a few things she wanted to try, things that didn't seem to be very common in the current time. It was a sad thing to see that romance was so... vibrant in the past, and yet it felt like everything had seemed to become too modernized for her liking. So, on her way home she managed to find some roses at a small stall among the pollution of a dark, somewhat lit street thanks to over-sized illuminated signs above certain unsavory establishments. The city was overpopulated, the only places that seemed empty were the AI hotels, not that she would ever consider staying there. <br/>
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By the time she got home, there was only forty minutes before she'd scheduled with Jace. In a rather swift manner, the female returned home and dropped her rucksack off at the door and took the shopping bag into the kitchen. Once the food was unpacked, she made sure to prepare a bottle of wine and some beers by placing it into a large container filled with ice. Then, she set to work on making sure every surface was pristine. <br/>
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"Annie, leave the door unlocked and put on the.. playlist." The female called out as she began to unfasten her work pants while making her way into the bedroom with a rather determined manner. The plain work clothes were disposed of into the wash bin as the AI responded with kicking off a playlist that was filled with old sensual songs of humankind. It was rather stimulating, more so than modern music. As the songs kept repeating in her mind, Kiera began to look for the perfect outfit.  Jace deserved that much, to be given as much as she could give.<br/>
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It didn't take long for her to find a black lace outfit. It was a corset, lace and almost see through. The female swiftly tugged the lingerie on, ensuring that her large, ample mounds were displayed in a provocative manner before sliding on a thong that seemed to barely conceal her shaven pink, peachy flesh. Next, she found herself some lace tipped stockings. Slowly and carefully she eased them over her well toned thighs, all the way up toward the black garter. Once she'd connected the two she slipped on a pair of black stiletto heels and made her way back to the kitchen.<br/>
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"Lights on twenty percent, Annie," With the lights dimming, it felt almost perfect. Kiera made her way to the roses left on the counter top. Gently, she plucked the petals and began to drop them along the pathway from the entrance toward the bedroom in a small, slightly spaced out path. When she'd finished, she discarded the remains into the trash before hearing the AI speaking out. "Visitor is arriving, three feet away." The female pouted slightly, she didn't have time to check the long golden curls along her shoulders or the seamless make up covering her features. It was her ritual to prepare for him, to give him as much as she could. <br/>
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When she heard the door open, Kiera was busy pulling a beer from the ice bucket, popping off the cap as she heard footsteps. "Hi honey," The female turned on her heel and strode toward the hallway, slipping around the corner to reveal her rising mounds in a lace corset, her stockings and suspenders clearly on display. "Are you early?" the female took a few steps toward him, offering the beer in her hands before she leaned in and pressed her soft, red tinted lips to his. "It's too bad... I wanted to be waiting on my knees for you." There was a clear glimmer in her eyes; one that wanted to please. No doubt he'd know exactly what she wanted just by looking at her. <br/>
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