You're such a flirt

It turns out that the brunette is actually typing in several commands. You watch her fingers race over the keys on the device. She aims the device at you.

For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, you lose control over your body. Your body turns and starts walking in a sultry manner toward a dark-haired young man in his twenties who is standing in front of a shoe store. The man has his back turned toward you. You saunter up to him and pinch his right thigh.

"Hey!" the man yelps, jumping away from you. A flash of anger crosses his face. He turns toward you. "What was that for?"

"Did I hurt you, baby?" you tell the man soothingly. "I`m so sorry, sweetie. Maybe there`s something I can do to . . . make it up to you." You place your left hand on his right thigh and rub the area you had pinched moments ago. You move your body closer to him. Oh, no, I`m flirting with this man! you think helplessly. How do I stop myself?

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You get very friendly with the young man

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