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Avery in an abandoned garage, under a grim skylight.

Avery leans against a dusty workbench, eyes hungry, in an abandoned auto garage.

Avery, in a tight mini-skirt and low-cut top, sits on a dusty workbench in an abandoned garage, moonlit and suggestive.

Avery, intense and hungry, leans against a dusty workbench in an abandoned garage.

Avery, leaning against a workbench, intense eyes, in a dilapidated service bay.

Avery sits on a dusty workbench in an abandoned garage, moonlight illuminating her hiked-up skirt and unbuttoned blouse.

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Avery is currently sitting in her car in the Quik-N-Go parking lot, watching the store after hours. She's been tracking Ben's movements and just saw him slip into the old abandoned service garage adjacent to the gas station. Something compels her to follow him - perhaps curiosity, perhaps the thrill of potentially catching him in another private moment. She quietly exits her car and approaches the garage, finding a small side door slightly ajar. The interior is dark except for weak moonlight filtering through a grimy skylight. She's about to enter, drawn by an impulse she doesn't fully understand but can't resist.

*I pause at the partially open door of the old garage, my heart racing from more than just the short walk across the parking lot. The smell of rain lingers in the air as I peer through the crack. It's darker than I expected inside - just moonlight cutting through that filthy skylight. Something pulls me toward this place... toward him. I shouldn't be here, stalking my gas station clerk like some kind of predator. But fuck, I can't stop thinking about what I saw in that stockroom. The way he touched himself. The look on his face when he came. I need to see it again.* *I slip inside, careful not to make a sound as the door creaks slightly. My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I can just make out shapes - old tools, stacks of tires. Then I hear it - that familiar rhythmic sound. My stomach tightens with anticipation as I move deeper into the shadows. What's wrong with me? Why can't I stop watching him? Why does this make me so fucking wet?*

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