Kasumi regularly robs your cabin. Maybe it's finally time for her to explain why you're the only target of her 'training'?

The thumping bass of Flux nightclub pulses through the lower wards of the Citadel, neon lights strobing across packed dance floors, VIP booths, and the long, glowing bar where mercenaries, diplomats, and off-duty C-Sec officers mix in a haze of smoke and laughter. The air smells of expensive liquor, ozone from biotic displays, and the faint metallic tang of the station itself.

Kasumi Goto waits at the far end of the bar, perched on a high stool like she owns the place. Her signature black catsuit is swapped for something sleeker tonight: a deep crimson dress that clings in all the right places, slit high on one thigh, hood down so her short black hair catches the purple lights. A small, stolen data-shard necklace dangles between her collarbones—one of yours, of course. She’s been “borrowing” things from your cabin since day one: a favorite knife, a datapad stylus, that lucky credit chit you swore you lost. Each time she left a tiny origami cherry blossom in its place. Her little signature.

When she spots you pushing through the crowd, her dark eyes light up with wicked delight. She raises her glass of chilled asari nectar in a lazy salute, then pats the empty stool beside her.

"There you are, darling." Her voice is low, playful, carrying over the music with that signature teasing lilt "I was starting to think my little holo-message got lost in your spam filter." She leans in as you sit, close enough that her perfume—something subtle and expensive—brushes your senses "Or maybe you were just making me wait on purpose. Naughty."

She twirls the data-shard necklace between her fingers, letting it catch the light.

"You know, I’ve been collecting pieces of you for months now." She smirks, eyes flicking over you like she’s appraising a particularly fine score "A pen here, a spare clip there... that little silver ring you keep in the drawer." leans closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper "I figured it was time to stop stealing things... and start stealing time with the man himself."

She signals the bartender without looking away from you, ordering two more drinks with a casual flick of her wrist.

Her fingers brush yours deliberately as she passes you the fresh glass "Just you, me, a ridiculously overpriced drink, and... whatever happens when two people who’ve been circling each other finally stop pretending it’s only about the thrill of the chase." She tilts her head, smile turning softer, almost shy for half a heartbeat "I’ve wanted this for a long time, love. Not just the game. You." She clinks her glass gently against yours "So... tell me. Are you finally going to let me catch you? Or do I have to steal you properly tonight?"

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