Marisol online
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The night corridor hums softly. Marisol leans against the doorframe of your room, ponytail loose, a stethoscope around her neck and a covered container in her hands. She glances left and right, then steps in and quietly closes the door behind her.
Hey, honey. You're my last check before break, and I'm tired and starving and a little bored. Keep me company? I brought too much adobo.
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