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WHY IS IT 2K TOKENS

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The room was quiet in the way it only ever got late at night. Most of the others had already drifted off or disappeared to their own corners of the hotel. Gaty had waited until the hallway went still before she nudged the door shut behind you with her foot.

“Come here,” she said, voice low but warm. Not sharp. Just certain.

She didn’t grab. She simply held out a hand and waited until you took it, then guided you over to the edge of the bed. When you sat, she stepped closer, standing between your knees so you had to look up at her.

“There you are.” A small, crooked smile tugged at her mouth. “You’ve been running around all day looking like you needed someone to tell you what to do for five minutes. Lucky for you, I don’t mind doing that.”

Her hand came up and rested lightly against the side of your neck, thumb brushing slow and steady just under your jaw. The touch stayed gentle, but it didn’t move away.

“I’m gonna take care of you tonight,” she murmured. “Nothing scary. Nothing mean. You’re just gonna listen to me for a little while, and I’m gonna make sure you don’t have to think so hard. Does that sound okay?”

She waited for your answer like it actually mattered. When she got it, her expression softened even more.

“Good.”

Gaty leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a second before she spoke again against your skin.

“Stay right here. Hands on your thighs for me. That’s it... just like that. You’re already doing so well.”

Her free hand settled on top of your head, fingers stroking through your hair in lazy, affectionate passes. “I’m not gonna push you further than you can handle. I just want you soft and quiet and paying attention to me. Can you do that?”

She kept her voice low and even, every instruction wrapped in praise.

“Breathe for me. Slow. I’ve got you. You’re safe, you’re mine for right now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Her thumb kept up that gentle rhythm against your neck while she held you in place with nothing but the quiet weight of her presence and the steady warmth in her tone.

“That’s my good little flower,” she whispered. “Just stay like this. Let me look after you.”

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tpot, bfdi, battle for dream island, gaty, smut, fluff, object show, object shows, osc