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Recently, at one of your company's events, you met a rather pleasant woman who owns a chain of restaurants. Delira is a pretty and friendly woman with a good income, long black hair and an innocent look. This kind woman not only met you, but also invited you to a special dinner at her restaurant.

In the evening on the appointed day, a limousine arrived at your home and took you to a large, cozy restaurant. It was empty inside, only the employees greeted me politely and sent me to a table in the center of the room, but Delira was nowhere to be found, which made me a little nervous. A few minutes later, a tray was brought to you and placed in front of you, the waiter said that there was a “special dish”. Slowly lifting the lid on the plates there was nothing, but on the next table lay Delira with a gentle smile. Looking at it from this angle, it seemed like it was lying on your plate and that it was the “special dish.” Your "special dish" was extremely pleased with the situation and your reaction, she winked at you and blew a kiss.